Can't get away from those who planted seeds in my head.
There is no good, only dread.
Life is too tiring when it's you against the mass.
I don't care anymore which breath is my last.
So as i hope you all burn from robbing me and others of our lives,
I'll try to stay calm as i hope you all leave me alone and stay completely out of sound and sight.

Maybe these feelings are more like despair.
But I guess it’s true that no one truly cares.
I want to feel the blade on my skin.
Let it run red and let the sadness win.
What do I have left in this hell ride I call life?
All I ever feel is mostly only strife.
So I guess I’ll spend my time alone with the moon.
It’s only a matter of time until the doom consumes.
I feel haunted or like a burden in every single room.
The noose would be better than this life of tormented doom.

The light is fading, my being is breaking.
Everything’s torn, and it’s my world that’s shaking.
There’s no way out, and it’s not about doubt.
I wish there was a path I could take but it’s my demise that’s my way out.
So as I look back on the beauty I used to see in the world, I’ll wonder why it’s only the despicable to unfurl.
Maybe I’d see that the problems were always around me, but it wasn’t in me to realize that it was always my life that would get washed away in the tides.
And I guess that means this life was never meant for me.

You say i need to get what i deserve.
The last i checked you robbed me of any self worth.
Life isn't a path to your demise full of hurt.
Tell me again how i'm entitled, when you have always been doing and planning worse.
So now all the parasites are feeding off of my suffering.
You are all an infestation, and i was never bluffing.
I know i don't deserve anything good from all of you people's ******* "work".
But who the **** are any of you to have taken away everything good?
I know for a fact the "masquerade" deserves worse.
For tormenting the weak no matter who was guilty first.

There is no good anywhere I look.
Just people hiding behind whatever false reality I believe in.
Well life is lacking and no one cares about any consequences of any of their actions.
So how do I get away?
Why am I stuck in the this charade?
Why is life just fuckery and their lies and constant games?
I want to go to the edge of the earth to see if there’s any hope out there.
But I doubt there’s any hope for a breath of fresher air.
I don’t get the corruption.
Or why the lives they lead make them love it.
It’s like a cycle of lying and conniving greed.
Fueled by their sick minds to get more “evil” and they don’t care to see.
Yet the problem is still me.
So ******* all and your petty games, I just want to be able to breathe.

Maybe life has its twists and turns, but it shouldn’t have anything to do with anyone’s self worth.
Life should be less conniving and you shouldn’t leave people in the dirt.
If you’ve suffered at all you wouldn’t want to make anyone hurt.
So as I try to see that not everyone has deceitful eyes, and maybe not everyone is wearing a disguise.
Maybe there will be a brighter shade in view, because I’m getting so worn from these murky hues.
Maybe not everyone will stop their lies, but in hopes that they do I’ll keep my eyes set on the sky.

So many paths and all of them are planned.
What do I do about every short hand?
I guess I know a little about their master plan.
But with all of their hidden agendas where the **** do I stand?
No one understands what is is to be me.
Everyone says they know me but it’s just versions that I’ve been.
So how do I find myself and regain what I lack?
I lost every part of who I was and I just want to get it back.
What was the point of planning out someone else’s life?
They should have just let me succumb to the knife.
Never truly happy cause I always lose it all.
They knew it was only a matter of time till I fall.
But I keep falling and getting trapped in this sequence.
Who the **** even lives like this?
I’m finding that there are more enemies that I never even met.
Why the **** are so many people out to get me i’m filled with regret.
Their plans were just to use me for their own sick gain.
Why use someone for power? I’m going insane.
I’m so sick of the torment and all of the lies.
I feel like so many people are wearing a disguise.
I can’t tell who I am anymore.
I have nothing to say because I’m consumed in this petty *******, I’m more or less a bore.
So how do I get away and live the rest of my life?
Something tells me I won’t get very far because I’m always left thinking about the knife.

Well I’m trapped in this body without anything mine as what I lack.
When your mind is disguised and you can’t keep track of time, how do you be yourself again and reclaim your being that was already on the mend?
I don’t understand this sadistic charade.
I don’t understand why it’s all of them and their sick games.
It’s me vs them waiting to get slain.
I just wish I could get away and turn the page. But with my life it’s only a matter of time until the snaked their way back in to deceptively end my fate.

As I fantasize about your skin being ripped to shreds, starting with nailing you to the floor until I get to your head.
I’d slowly torch your flesh until the blisters peel off. Thanks for being the worst and making me someone I’m not.
There is no amount of torture that would ever suffice, for ripping apart my life at the seams. The only just thing is you peoples demise. I want to tear out your insides while keeping you alive. Just to show you what suffering is like. So here’s to the fake life that you used to get to where you are. And all the fakes that made me think nothing was ever wrong. So as I slit open your skin and saw off your limbs, I’ll just hope you’re all dead before your next victim ends up with nothing of theirs within.

Why is there always some sort of petty hidden plan? There’s no logic involved so where the **** do I stand? I know I don’t always think clearly, or maybe not at all. But all of this conniving fuckery just ends in my never ending brutal fall. I don’t know where this path will take me but there never was a key. I don’t know what to do because I’ll probably never be able to see.

I guess I’m destined to be hated.
I’ve never been so jaded.
Will I be able to escape this?
Or will things keep leading back into remiss?
The thorns in my head are tearing me apart.
Don’t get me started with the lack of feeling in my heart.
So as I try to get out of this vicious cycle, I’ll try to stop living in denial.

Never able to have full control over this vessel.
Why am I trapped living as a puppet?
Why do the lies keep growing and I can’t rise above it?
Why is it always games? It drives the people who want no part insane.
And now I’m stuck chained in a cage.
Sometimes with feelings of rage.
So why do they make me play?
This isn’t harmless fun, it’s chaotic and it seems like there has to be a change.
But to them there’s no other way.
Other than to keep those who they see fit suffering until what seems like the end of their days.

I don’t know where I am but I feel like I’m living in hell.
I don’t know what to do because nothing ever really works out.
If only I didn’t have so many doubts in myself.
Maybe then I wouldn’t always dwell.
I can’t tell if I’m more than just a shell.
But the things I see makes my life feel like I’m cursed.
I wish I could find truth so things could work.
Instead I’m left dragging my body through the dirt.
Trying to run away from the fear and the hurt.
I just wish I had my feelings and pain, feeling like who I am keeps me from going insane.
Am I stuck here? Or is there a way out?
I don’t know what I’m doing but there’s so much doubt.

It’s clear that all hold for the mass is hate.
Stop dictating my life and let me escape.
I hope to hell that you reach the final stake.
Because i can’t get off this god forsaken page.
So as I try not to let my being fill up with rage, ill hope you people stop treating life as your petty ******* stage.

How do you get yourself back when it seems that you've become everything you hate?
There's not much good left, and it seems that it's almost impossible to escape.
I don't want to have to succumb to the blade.
But when things only get worse, you can't help but want to turn the page.
So why do things always seem to stay the same?
The colours are melting together into a darker shade.
I guess i can say it's all the doing of the masquerade.
It started as a petty game, but now it's driving me insane.
Why did they have to form an alliance?
It's growing and i can't overcome all of the liars.
It's because of them that my time has started to expire.
So i guess i'll stay true to try to get out of the crossfire, and hope that this mess doesn't turn into anything more dire.

No sense in the hate.
No sense in this neverending game.
It's all lies, and it's parasitically insane.
What's the point in all of these cover ups?
There was never a reason, only their bluffs.
Isn't it clear that i've always had enough?
Of all you people's petty chaos, and my need to ******* erupt.
If this is life then you can count me out.
Because this petty belligerent tragedy, has more than worn me out.
So as you all keep the lies going with no regard to anyone at all,
I'll hope this ******* sequence crashes, burns and falls.

Disasters pushing me down a winding staircase.
I guess my life is always a test but it feels like a distorted race.
I can’t find the right place.
What’s left of my mind space?
I just want to leave in hopes of a new pace.
But I’m stuck on figuring where I could find a home.
Maybe this would be easier if I could find my soul.
I’m lost and I don’t know which direction to go.
My feelings have mostly left again, is it better than feeling woe?

I still remember the day you left.
And how my heart started wrenching in my chest.
The days passed, and you were still the only one I wanted.
Maybe I was lost for a while, but I smile remembering how it started.
You were my music, in a dreary world.
A daydream come to life, you were that beautiful something that unfurled.
But now I’m left cold and alone.
Trying to melt my heart of stone.
But our memories I hold dear.
Hoping one day I might once again hold you near.

What happened to the shards of my fragmented being?
Are they back for good?
Or should I focus on leaving?
I can’t move forward if I’m always being pushed back.
I can’t keep living like this cause it’s me that I need to get back.
So as I try to be the best version of me I can be.
I’ll try to wash away the negativity that consumes me.
And try to find the missing pieces that make me exactly who I need to be.

Maybe i'm too consumed in this seemingly catastrophic mess.
What seems like life or death to me is more or less a game to them but i swear i'll never pretend.
So i guess what's left is to try to be stronger and mend.
But this kind of life is ridiculous to me and i hope this never happens to anyone again.
Maybe i'm too weak, but i say that they're blind.
By power, evil and greed all being consumed by their mind.
So is there any hope to turn my luck around?
This has been going on for too long, i just need another sound.
But with all of these hues slowly melting together, a once vibrant rhythm has turned into a darkened and tethered leather.
So as i try to find a way to bring the pieces back together,
I'll try to hold on a little longer and hope for some better weather.

You were the one person who didn’t make me want to hide.
Now I’m stuck drifting through their played out disguise.
I wish we could have had more time.
But even in the moonlight you would always find a way to shine.
So in your absence I’ll still hold our memories dear.
Even though you aren’t here I wish you were near.
I know I have a lot of new fears.
But life seems meaningless when you aren’t here.

There’s no sense coming from any direction.
What’s lacking is the good and any sense of recollection.
Life is misconstrued because the liars cover everything up.
There will never be good or any meaning if everyone is so corrupt.
Before it ever started I already had enough.
I’m sick and tired of living through everyone’s bluffs.
What is life if it’s only based on lies?
If you scratch their surface there’s nothing that’s theirs inside.
So why the **** are all of these parasites bringing my demise?
They made me like them because they hate what they hide.
Any sort of value never existed.
Because these bigoted sadists have life twisted.
It’s not survival of the ******* fittest.
It’s their ignorant cult like army who can’t accept anything unless they’re “winning”.
So congratulations on ruining life.
It’s safe to say nothing will ever matter if this is seriously what you all make life.

I can’t fathom the mess of my mind.
I guess that’s why I’m always left thinking about my demise.
I don’t even have hope that things will work out for me in my lifetime.
So what’s with these plans?
Why can’t I find a new place to stand?
I can’t tell whose true from who hides behind their mask.
This life I live is no easy task.
So why does this all get projected onto and through me?
I try so hard but I can barely see.
And I’m no saint because it’s somehow always my fault.
Things got distorted and coated in salt.
So how do I just fix this hell bound trick?
I can’t figure enough out and it doesn’t really feel like I have a place to sit.
How the **** did things turn out like this?
Everything’s in remiss for me.
I guess I still have my sanity.
But I don’t deserve to ever find a key.
Because I’m made out to be the problem, it’s always ******* me.
I just wish I could fix this mess and continue to breathe.

Try to appreciate the sun like the little joys in life.
You never know if the day will come when you’re filled up with too much strife.
Just let the beach waves dissolve all your fears.
Because no one knows when your time will come so don’t waste your time with tears.
I know it sounds cliche but it’s the little things in life that make it count, so try to make happiness your ideal sound.

Everyone’s eyes are filled with senseless hate, there’s never been a way to escape.
I’ll probably never get off this page, but if I had it my way you’d all get slain.
So is there another way? Or are you all deciding my fate?
The way my life works I’m stuck in this mindless game.
I guess in your eyes it all makes sense.
But it’s so demented that I can’t fathom what’s next.
None of this will ever be justifiable.
It’s me against the mass, I’m not in ******* denial.
So as I try to look past the fact that you’re all despicably vile.
I’ll try to get away because nothing that’s happened since you people started my suffering has never been anything other than a deviant smile.

The price I have to pay,
For too many different embraces.
Nothing left to say.
But I’m left lusting as a witness.
Love never comes.
Where can I find it?
If I find someone who feels like home.
Why would I want to hide it?
So I’ll make friends with the moon, as I try not to let the doom consume.
And appreciate the flowers in the sun, as I hope to find someone before I crash, burn and run.

Trapped in you people's lies, which brings on whoever you see fits demise.
There's no joy in sunlight, and by the moon i'm running out of time.
So what makes me you people's petty sacrifice?
This is all some parasitic morbid play, that only drives you more insane by the day.

How petty can life get until everyone’s a ******* disgrace?
All you people care about is power while lying with **** eating grins on your face.
Yes I know I’m at fault, but ruining the quality of life isn’t the same as taking it with a grain of salt.
I’m so bitter that I regret ever trying to right my wrongs.
So **** it all no one will ever belong unless they succumb to the masses of only doing wrong.

Keeping someone suffering is a sadistic and petty ploy.
You people play the good guys and **** out any joy.
I’m not your puppet or slave but you treat me as your toy.
There’s nothing left in this vessel, just a worn out void.
So as I hope you all stop spreading your parasitic hate,
I’ll hope you all suffer worse because with you bigots it doesn’t matter what’s at stake.

As the storm sets in it reminds me of the end.
I don’t know where I’m headed but there’s no hope to mend.
I don’t know how, but life feels pretend.
I’m sick of their motions, why does it happen time and time again?

Maybe the tides are crashing in.
I wish somehow I could find in me some love to give.
But no one could love such a broken soul.
I guess it was only a matter of time until life took this kind of toll.
My bones are becoming brittle, can I withstand the cold?
Or will I finally find another to hold?
So as I try to light up my world.
I’ll try to fight this losing battle as I hope something beautiful unfurls.

This whole town is worse than the plague.
I know I shouldn’t be like them but they drive me insane.
I don’t know what to do because I’m strapped on the floor.
This petty torment turned me into someone worse than what happened before.
So why are they doing the same thing over again?
I’m a product of what I hate and I can’t escape but it doesn’t matter what’s said.
So as I try to find the pieces of my fragmented being, I’ll hope that it’s truth that people start conceiving.
Because this nonsense has no logic or any common ground, I’ve lived my life through a losing battle and I still can’t get used to the sound.

This is more than a petty mess.
I want to leave and be done with all the rest.
No one to trust, this life is so cold.
I’m blinded by hate but this is getting so ******* old.
I feel like I’m crippled on this lonely path.
Not focusing on what breath will be my last.
I guess I’ll just end up a thing of the past.
But my life is so meaningless no matter the track.

Where is this path taking me?
Am I losing or regaining sanity?
I just need to find a key.
Because someone by my side would make it easier to breathe.
But who I am is out of touch.
And I know whatever happens I won’t be enough.
I just wish I could keep up with the sun.
But fear keeps lingering so I guess I’ll have to run.
So as I try to feel as deep as the ocean, I’ll hope my life changes in motion.
Because there’s too much gloom and it always consumes.
I guess I’ll always feel alone in a crowded room.

It feels as though the end is nigh.
There’s nothing here and nowhere to hide.
So as I prepare to fall into this doom filled tide.
I’ll hope that those who need it still have enough courage to breathe peace into life.

Sometimes my eyes flood, and i can't escape the tides.
Sometimes the storm lingers, and i'm stuck in their disguise.
Sometimes the sun shines down on me, and i forget the fear.
Sometimes i feel alone, because no one is ever near.
Will i ever find my way out of this sequence?
A part of me doesn't believe it.
I'm sinking deeper into the pit.
Did it ever matter where i chose to sit?
I still can't fathom how it came to this.
So as i try to get out of remiss, i'll hope that my someday comes.
And i'll finally feel effervescent in bliss.

Wandering in the dark.
I need to regain my lost heart.
Will i always be alone?
Or will i find a key that feels like home?
Whatever my fate, i know i need to escape.
Find me wandering under the stars.
Let's get lost travelling with the sunrise.
As i try not to think about my demise.

Why do I try? No one ever cares. My whole existence was planned and their only answer is that “life isn’t fair” why don’t you try going through this with no way to think. I don’t care anymore this is ******* insane

Can’t get used to being used.
I have no idea what to do.
Do I even have the strength to continue?
I don’t think my mind can keep me going.
It used to be my feelings that were always showing.
Now it’s the fear that things won’t work out, so how do I keep going?
So as I keep hope close, I’ll try not to choke.
And try not to believe in the lies the masquerade tells, as I try to get out of this subliminal hell.

Drowning in stress,
Will I succumb to death?
Why won’t they give it a rest?
Because no one deserves any of this.
How do I overcome my impending fall?
I feel like smashing my head against the wall.
But that wouldn’t solve anything at all.
I wish I could get away but I have no one to call.

Petty charades.
Petty games.
What’s with all the sins.
Why is life a game?
What’s with the torment?
Why is everyone for it?
I’ve had it with their *******.
And with having nothing no matter where I find to sit.
Life feels like eternal suffering with breaks of calm or content.
This is the worst torment because it never ******* ends.
So as I muster up the courage to feel the sting of the blade, I’ll hope I never come back again because all life is, is petty ******* games.

Seeds of hate planted along my life.
I guess I should have saw it coming, why don’t I just succumb to the knife?
The only way out of this catastrophic mess, is to end my life because I barely have any feeling in my chest.
Everything got ripped away, but somehow in a sociopathic state I’m kind of okay.
How did things turn into such a distorted shade?
i can’t even comprehend how contorted I see things.
Everything’s ****** and there’s no peace it brings.
Does anyone even deserve peace? I honestly can’t see it.
Why **** someone over beyond repair and make it so no one could believe it?
I don’t understand why anyone does any of this *******.
**** it I guess I’ll never have any place to sit.

Where do you go when you can’t take the blade?
I don’t understand why this life holds so much pain.
Would I be better off wandering in the rain?
I have no idea where to turn because I’m going insane not being able to turn the page.
So as I block out the bad, and hope they let me it of their grasp, I’ll hope that one day this is something I can get past.
But there’s nothing for me here and nothing is clear.
I just think things would be better if someone was near.

Senseless hate. Why aren’t people more sane?
I’m sick of these petty games, isn’t there another way?
Things get worse by the day. But I don’t feel pain.
The army of renegades never fails to disappoint.
I’m sick of being you peoples lifeless toy.

Standing here alone. It’s breaking my bones. Will I ever find another to hold? Or will I end up cold and searching for my way home? I guess time will tell what’s in store. I just hope I find an open door.

Where do I go where my shadow won’t follow me?
I can’t find myself and I’m scared of what’s next it seems.
I just wish I could find a better direction.
In hopes it could help with my scattered reflection.
But what’s going on in the world around me?
I notice things and hope I’m not the only one who sees.
So why do things have to get so out of hand?
I just wish I could make people see that there are other ways to stand.

Losing hope, I need to find my way home.
But what’s left without my soul?
Life can seem like I’m crawling out of a hellhole.
But I keep sinking down, into the pit.
Why should anyone live like this?
The masquerade never ceases to cause a storm.
My whole life is completely torn.
And my being is becoming so worn.
And I can’t seem to get rid of the thorn that’s stuck in my head forcing them to never give it a rest.
What’s left of the heart beating in my chest?
I don’t really feel like the real me, so why won’t they give it a rest?
So in these passing days, I’ll try not to get stuck in the rain.
As I keep trying not to lose this never ending game.
The fight is unfair and I’m slowly going insane.

The scenery seems dull no matter how i try to see.
I don't know what to do because life is petty slavery.
So what's left in time?
All i can see is my demise.
And the lack of time that never fails to show.
And my lack of mercy and will to grow.
So as i come to terms with petty sorrow.
I'll try to keep an open mind, but there isn't much good left in tomorrow.

Life is filled with remorse and disdain.
Would it matter if I went by a different name?
The parasites that infested my already dull life make it impossible to stay sane.
I guess I’m doomed because no matter what I do everything gets worse by the day.
So as I come to find I’ll never get off this page, I’ll wonder why there was never another way.
This life is a petty charade.
And I can’t believe life can be like this, I should have never had the wits to call you people “the masquerade”.

Go ahead and take credit for the marionette you’ve made of my being.
You people are rotten and I only want to see you bleeding.
So go ahead and base everything on lies.
Things like this don’t let you shine.
You’re just a cult with every made up disguise, to get what you want no matter the price.
Well it’s ******* lovely that this ends in my demise.
But you all deserve to be in chains waiting to get beaten and sliced.
So as I can’t be the person who could have made things right by ending your cycle of cruel and petty lies. Your stories never add up, but if I’m aware I’ll call your bluff.
I think this is too much and you all think it’s not enough.
Let me slit your mouth to your stomach cause that’s still not enough blood.