So I guess every part of me is covered up.
Why is this still going on? Isn’t it clear I’ve had too much?
Oh right you don’t want “all of the work to be for nothing”.
But trust me I was never bluffing.
Everyone so blindly follows their lies.
Manipulating everything, always kept in some sort of disguise.
And I’m trapped in this mess cause whoever I am is lost.
**** the misconstrued distortion, I see that it’s flawed.
How does the masquerade have an army?
I’m trapped with no way out.
And everyone is devolving.
If you were truly yourselves you wouldn’t succumb to tormenting others.
**** it I guess I can’t find a true friend, nevermind a lover.

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.

Maybe the path is staggering but your feelings are coming back.
Maybe you have too many doubts but it’s the rest of yourself you lack.
Maybe you’ll never find someone to hold dear.
Faces come and go, and nothing is ever clear.
Maybe you hold onto fear because it feels more like home.
But maybe you should let it go, there might still be hope.
So as I continue to walk down this road trying to melt my heart of stone, I’ll hope I find the one who chooses my hand to hold.

There is no amount of suffering you people could ever endure, for desecrating my life, for your own selfish worth.
So why am I the target?
All of your lies are so one sided.
You needed to find someone to blame, I guess it’s me and you people are driving me insane.
So while I think about ripping out your veins and shoving them in your mouth.
Hoping one day you’ll all rot in hell.
Only to keep me as your puppet like shell, for all of your petty ******* that makes the weak dwell.
I’d rearrange your organs and make sure you feel all of the pain.
Mutilate you slowly for all of your ******* lies and games.
But wait I’m the bad guy, and I’m the one whose always hated.
You turned me into someone exactly like you, so don’t put all the blame on me I’m forced to be jaded.
I’m not trying to hide I’m just trying to end this never ending charade.
I’m sick of being your puppet, life should never be a petty game.
So while I can’t accept I can’t end you all for all of this torment, I’ll live out the rest of my days wondering why everyone is always for it.

Life is a mindless petty game.
There’s never a way out just stupid games driving you insane.
When people are just conniving and fueled by their egos and greed, there’s no meaning to be found but they don’t care if they can see.
So as I crash headfirst into my demise, I’ll wonder why there’s even a sun that shines.
Because when life holds no value no one will care how much you cry.

Feelings are still fleeting. Everyone’s still deceiving. I’m trying to be me but all I can see is me leaving. I don’t give a **** anymore it’s lies that everyone’s conceiving.

With all of you peoples torment I can’t be sane.
But it looks like life is turning the page.
I just met you Ava but I want to keep you safe.
But with the way my life unfolds there might not be a way.
So as I hope to watch you grow up to be the you you want to be, I’ll hope things don’t stay this way, because you’re almost the only thing I want to be okay.

The web keeps unfolding while some keep intertwining their lies. Why the **** are they so quick to **** people over when it’s them who are in denial? So **** the ones who think they’re superior just because of who they say they are. It’s not supposed to be up to anyone, what’s dealt in the cards if your life. So while they keep people in fear or strife and lead the unfortunate straight to the knife. I’d rather be wandering aimlessly into the night, than go through you peoples motions that only trap me in this petty pathetic tragedy of a life. So while I hope that the truth can be brought to light, I’ll come to wonder why you people so senselessly ruin others lives.

They’re spinning me into a cocoon in this web of lies.
Why can’t I break free?
Stop trapping me in your sequence of fuckery.
The problem isn’t me, it’s you people only out to get your way, why the **** can’t you see?
So as I try to escape their slimy plot.
I’ll try to feel less distraught.
In hopes of escaping the mass, but I’m in the middle of the crossfire.
**** them all and any meaning to last.

I know it’s been hard but nothing makes sense. I want to keep you close, you’re a part of me, while they all want me dead. So **** these people and their bigoted conniving plans. Nothing will ever make sense and apparently it’s only them who decides where I stand. So while I try to dodge my predetermined fate, I’ll try to get away; maybe make a lot less grave mistakes. For you I always want the best but it seems I’m inept. So **** these petty tyrants, they should be the ones for whom it ends in death.

Life is tiring because all it ever is, is people tearing it apart.
There’s no hope to last, and lack of heart.
So how did it unfold into this merciless charade?
**** it all you people deserve to get slain.

Autumn is here, I’m somehow doing fine without you near.
But I still hide from the fear.
Maybe with the cooler breeze, I’ll be able to see, what all of this nonsense really means.
And maybe someday find it easier to breathe.
But they ignore my pleas.
Forcing me to grieve.
Over my own life lived by others perceptions of how they see who they believe is me.
But who am I with all of these disorders?
It’s impossible to see because they have me cornered.
Maybe not so much cornered but rearranged.
This is all so strange, not to mention deranged.
I just wish I could brush off the debris but I’m in their hate filled cage.

The days are starting to melt together.
Blurry memories are no longer keeping me sane.
Will I be able to turn the page?
Or will I get dragged down into a series of pain?
Maybe things will stay distorted.
But if I could change things I would find truth and bring order.
I don’t know where I’ll end up.
But if I can get away it will be enough.
I just want to appreciate the sun and the stars.
But every ounce of happiness seems like it’s too far.
So as I spend my time alone with the moon,
I’ll keep trying to get out of this web, in hopes that things get less contorted and misconstrued.

No control.
No soul.
My life is in everyone else’s hands.
Nowhere else I can stand.
Too many short hands.
It never ends.
To hell I guess they’ll all descend.
But the lies are their master plan.
Forcing me to live in their grasp.
Nothing good ever lasts.
I hope they rot and burn for all they planned.

As I hope to gaze at the stars by the shoreline, I’ll hope my demise isn’t too brutal in time.
So what will it take for me to breathe in a better rhythm?
I don’t know where this path is headed but this feels like it’s filled with sadism.
I know it’s not my fate to ever find a key.
But why the **** is it so hard to find myself and be me?
I don’t understand why some people are so crude.
Maybe that’s why the truth is always so misconstrued.
So as I hope I don’t drop dead while I’m figuring out what to do, I’ll hope I can find my shoes, as I try to live in a brighter hue while I hope who I call the masquerade stops destroying what they feel isn’t true.

Suffocating in the turmoil that surrounds me.
Always stuck in the crossfire.
But when did the war start?
It’s gotten the best of my being and my heart.
Everything has already falling apart.
My almost lifeless corpse is being dragged through the dark.
But why is life such a storm?
It gets sunny for a minute only to start to come crashing down again.
I don’t know why there’s no way out of this chaotic web.
But if life ever had any meaning this mess would start to make sense.

You people's bigoted sadism is pathetic.
I'm left a wreck from the pettiness you play.
**** all of these parasites and their senseless games.

These days all I can think about is my lack of time.
I try not to think about it but the thoughts keep coming back about my demise.
Why is everyone so petty and misconstrued?
I’m so lost and I have no idea what to do.
Can’t even tell true faces from foes.
I’m so far gone that I’m even starting to miss feeling woe.
How do I get out of this pit?
It’s getting deeper and I have no idea where to sit.
So where can I go to change the plot?
I try to be okay but I’m always distraught.
It seems my life keeps getting tied into knots.
I don’t know how to untie them cause I keep getting thrown under the bus.
I wish I had more people to trust.
It seems all I can ever do is cause a fuss.
But these problems never seem to go away, friends come and go but no one ever stays.
I guess I’m more or less okay, I just wish there were a better way.

So crippled I can barely stand.
******* people and all of your plans.
Why don’t I bury your face in the sand,
Stick a stone under your teeth and stomp in your head.
But wait isn’t that your plan?
Right I didn’t see it coming so I guess this is my short hand.
No that’s not how it works.
You people deserve to be left in the dirt.
I’d incinerate your organs after carving your skin.
To try to see if you’re all as ugly within.
All you people make me want to do is sin.
But I can’t **** you because I don’t always know who it is.
So as I dream of ******* nails into your eyeballs and carving out your face, for all the petty ******* that show you’re all a disgrace.
I’ll try to get out of this demented “race” this isn’t life. You don’t **** all the good away and hide your true face.

Maybe it was all just beautiful lie.
I thought you were the only one not wearing a disguise.
Now I guess it’s time for me to continue to hide.
Because I have no hope for a love to help me touch the sky.
Maybe one day I’ll be able to rearrange my fate.
And have a happy couple of days.
But until I find a way to escape, I’ll always remember the love you gave.
And how you meant so much more than I ever thought anyone could.
But now I’m left alone and aching.
I guess it’s my world that’s shaking.
Or maybe just changing.
Whatever happens next I hope I can save me.

Life is too deceiving and I can’t brush off the embers of my smouldering life.
It doesn’t matter which path I take because they all only care about my demise.
So as the peices turn to shards it still doesn’t make sense.
The only thing that makes sense is that it’s life that I regret.

Maybe there’s too much darkness flooding into my mind and soul, maybe there was never much light and there was never any good that could unfold.
Maybe the moon is there because I can’t bear to see my reflection.
Does the doom always consume?
I’m starting to lose my recollection.
So as I try to find the skyline, maybe sooner or later I’ll stop hiding.
I wish all of my life wasn’t so one sided.
It makes me wonder how many are blinded.
I guess I could try to find some light, as I try not to get ****** into the terrors of the night.

A slave to your petty torment.
You parasitic bigots should give it a rest.
There's no good anywhere, what happens next?
Stop rearranging my fate, because there's already no hope, just death.
So as the web of lies keeps growing, it's you people's pre determined fate for me that's unfolding.
All of your hate keeps showing.
And i don't care when i leave because it's just a slimy life you people keep going.

Wandering through life without a sense of direction.
Searching for meaning for so long that I can’t stand my own reflection.
What happened to the rhythm that used to flow in synchronicity?
I’m lost and I don’t think I’ll ever be found because there’s no key to help me find better scenery.
So as I gaze at the stars on a cold autumn night, I’ll try to find new dreams that maybe aren’t out of sight.
I don’t want to fade away into the night.
But who knew this life would force you to put up this much of a fight.

No one is deserving.
I guess life was never worth it.
What's the sense in living through lies?
And planning out the unsuspecting's demise?
I hope you all run out of time before you get to witness the sun shine.
And maybe if i'm lucky i'll just drop dead this time.

Where do I go where I won’t be watched?
The serpents watch my every breath why won’t it stop?
Get the **** out of my head.
Everyone involved just wants me dead.
It goes both ways so stop acting like this.
Why let me win to throw my life into remiss?
Just because I lost everything doesn’t mean I want back what you gave.
My feelings were always mine, so stop playing these games.
I’m only one person so how the **** can I get away?
This torment is demented and I just wish there were another way.
I guess life can be chaotic, but it’s never one against the world.
Why do you need an army to tear apart my being?
There’s nothing of mine left and all you people are is deceiving.
So as I try not to sink further I’ll hope it’s the truth you start conceiving.
If I had it my way I’d gather my things and never look back cause nothing will ever be okay if I don’t focus on leaving.

Every feeling I ever feel gets washed away in the tide.
Maybe that’s why I mostly hide.
Maybe that’s why I never want to heal.
Because all I want to do is feel.
But I feel like just a shell.
And all I can do is dwell.
Just an empty heart with nothing to hold onto.
Empty eyes that see nothing but their lies.
Everyone in every disguise.
And I feel nothing.
This vessel feels like an abyss.
No chance to ever feel bliss.
Maybe that’s why my life is in remiss.
Always the enemy.
Will there ever be a friend to see?
Cast out on my own.
My once heavy heart that turned into stone, became empty and now I’m on my own.
I miss feeling woe and sorrow.
I feel like I’ll always be alone.
With no place of my own, will I ever find a place to call home.
I wish I had some place else to go.
But until I get myself back, I’ll have no good behind my eyes.
And I’ll keep wishing that people will stop believing their lies.
As I try not to drown in the mess of my life.

Maybe I’ve done my fair share of sins.
But it doesn’t compare to what they did.
Turning a soft heart cold.
I knew I needed to melt my heart of stone.
But I didn’t know their fuckery would have taken that toll.
At least I’m healing my broken bones.
And I don’t mind so much about being alone.
I just wish I could travel along the city line.
Get lost at the waters edge not keeping track of time.
So I’ll try not to think about the arrival of my demise.
At least I’ll still get to witness the beauty of the sunshine.

Can't escape from these pre determined plans.
I can't live like this and my life already fell through the cracks.
Never having a chance isn't an easy road.
But at least i guess there were times that weren't so miserably hollow.
I don't know what's next but nothing ever works.
I just wish i didn't have to live through lives filled with suffering and hurt.

I don’t miss the blade but I miss it’s pain. But this petty ******* is driving me insane. I don’t understand why they play all of these games. Nothing makes sense and no one is sane. So **** this chaotic web and all of the stress. It ruins your head and what’s in your chest. So how do I escape? It’s a lifetime of pain. I want to get away but they just want to end my days. I guess as this petty fuckery continues I’ll still not have a clue on what to do, because everything stays misconstrued and no one ever stays true.

Where am I going?
I’m not sure.
All around there’s nothing but closed doors.
Can I escape these demons?
Or am I trapped for good?
More is going on than I think there should.
These days I’m such a mess.
All that’s left are minuscule feelings in my chest.
At least now it seems they’re giving it a rest.
I need to regain myself and be done with the rest.

Feeding them lies, in your stolen disguise.
It’s not you, you portray.
And I’m just life’s slave.
What’s with this game?
I’m going insane.
I didn’t know when it started.
Too oblivious to keep my parts within.
So what’s with these sins?
I know I’ll never win.
But this is petty slavery.
Life isn’t a game to me.
For my lost self I grieve.
And now I don’t know who’s underneath.

All the good got ****** away.
My mind is like a killer and I hope they all get slain.
I’d do it myself but I don’t know where they’re hiding.
I try to show truth but they always deny it.
I’m on my last stand with nothing but hate in my heart.
I don’t know where I’m headed but I know I’ll soon depart.
Why take it this far with no regard?
Who knew getting rid of the problems would be this hard.

When everything seems different but somehow stays the same,
How do you find where you’re supposed to stay?
Maybe there are clues in what they talk about,
But I can’t keep living filled with so much doubt.

The winding road knows no end.
It’s a series of lies and I can’t pretend.
Nothing is alright, any good is out of sight.
I can’t hide in my dreams but at least I can sleep through the night.
The chaos never ceases and nothing is alright.
There’s no hope to see the light because any brighter hue is out of sight.
So as I hope they give it a rest, I’ll try to remember the feeling that we’re once in my chest.
But none of this makes any sense.
It’s just an orchestrated hoax **** why can’t this just end?

This life is sickening.
All it holds is bigoted “sadists” with no value other than how much power they can have.
So where’s the meaning?
It’s only deceiving.
I guess I’ve stopped grieving.
But this page now holds a valueless vessel, encased by this sickening shell.
All I can do is dwell.
My life feels like a circle of hell.
And death is always the only way out.
So as I hope you all rot for this merciless petty mess.
I’ll hope that one day life is more than a valueless, senseless, meaningless, misconstrued, petty ******* mess.

Fragments of my being keep rearranging.
Why is it always me whose changing?
If i could shake the negativity i'd feel more free.
I don't even know what it is to be truly me.
So i guess i'll try to hide in my dreams.
Because my life already fell apart at the seams.
And i'm struggling to breathe.
So as i try to regain what makes me feel whole.
I'll try not to think about my lack of soul.
As i hope i don't pay the final toll.

What is it like to love and be loved?
I think it feels like the stardust from above.
What is like to be truly free?
I’ve been lost for so long I forget what it means.
Maybe I could live a better life in my dreams.
Because nothing is ever as it seems.
And I know I probably won’t find a key,
Because as things are unfolding I’m becoming less me.
So while I try to find a happier tune to sing,
I’ll try to chase the beauty in life and the peace that it brings.

What’s with the growing web of lies?
If you can’t be yourself, why wear a disguise?
I’d sever myself from being tied to your slimy grasp.
But I can’t break free so what the **** is next?
Why is everything always contorted distortion?
Why is deception your game?
It’s a ****** up notion.
So as I hope I can get out of this demented cycle, I’ll hope the liars stop living in denial.
Because a life based on lies can’t be sustained.
Unless you only want problems the truth should remain.

I guess I seem selfish but life isn’t a game.
You don’t **** away the good and drive people insane.
So as I hope everyone stops this ******* sequence, I’ll wonder how you all turned into something so awful it’s not even evil.
There’s no logic, or any common sense.
All you people do is leave people in a wreck.
So as I helplessly crawl past hoping this breath isn’t my last, I’ll hope you all have an awakening no matter how crude because it’s me against the mass.

Only lies.
Stop only denying, what you all make one sided to keep people blinded.
Get the **** out of my head.
And changing for the worst what happens next.
You want me dead? It goes both ways.
If it weren’t for you people I could get off this page.
Keep your hate, it’s hard enough trying to stay sane.
Life isn’t a ******* game.
It’s moments stitched together, not waiting to get slain.

Why won’t you give your childish games a rest?
I’m sick of this nonsense ******* and the given stress.
What the **** do you people have planned next?
My life is the product of this mess, or maybe this stress unfolded how awful things can really get.
So why s it always me against the mass?
There’s no hope for any good to last.
I don’t see the point in having orchestrated masks.
Or why my life ending is the solution to your plans.
So go to hell or rot and burn, you’ve all robbed me of any self worth.

Trapped in this body.
Will I ever be set free?
What happened to my soul?
It’s exactly what I need.
Life is turning to a darker hue.
What is going on? I’m getting sick of this debut.
So as I try to figure out what to do, I’ll try to keep the same shoes, and hope that things get less misconstrued.

What’s left of me?
Who am I becoming?
It feels as if I’m almost devolving.
A flower whose petals has been picked apart.
Don’t get me started because I don’t know what’s left of my heart.
If only I could learn how to bloom to be truly me.
But this life is deceiving and I’m always lost without a key.
So what’s left in this sequence, I can’t even see.
So I guess I’ll just keep trying to unfurl into a better me.

Pondering about love.
Is it like the stardust from above?
The heartache is coming back.
Will I find someone who isn’t wearing a mask?
I feel like I’m walking down a darker path.
But I kind of feel like I’m getting myself back.
So I guess I’ll be waiting in the dark, as I try to find a key to my heart.
Hopefully it doesn’t get too cold, just waiting for a hand to hold.

What happened to anything pure?
My life is a sadistic senseless blur.
You people ****** me dry of any self worth.
And all these parasites care about is their ignorant "work".
So while i continue to live as a puppet like slave,
I'll try not to succumb to you people's worthless games.
All i see are liars who don't deserve to live another day.
And i'm no different, other than the lies but none of this makes sense and you're all so entitled that there's no other way.

Lost in this web of chaotic lies.
It’s clear they used me to create every disguise.
So why is all they care about my demise?
I can’t even feel alive in the sunlight.
And so the plot continues to get more distorted.
Recreating themselves is what cause my being to become so contorted.
So what is “all of the work” that they “don’t want to be for nothing”?
I’m still not bluffing.
It’s my consciousness that’s torn.
And my being that’s become so worn.
There will never be a way to even the score.
Because they always wanted too much, I just wanted to be myself, nothing more.
So I guess it’s been misconstrued my whole existence.
I’m a waste of space and life should never turn out like this.

No one is pure.
Life has no worth.
People are too conniving and petty to ever be free.

It feels like I’m blind no matter what path I take.
Sometimes I come across friendly faces but now it feels like it was all fake.
All of this feels like a petty masquerade.
And every time I start to get up, I realize it’s only my life at stake.
What did I do to deserve this kind of fate?
I’m not the only one at fault but somehow they can only see me with blame.
so as the days go by I find that I feel a lot of shame.
Maybe it’s because of all the lies they tell, no one cares, it’s all the same.
So while they bury all the evidence and get their stories straight,
I’ll just hope I’m ready when I’m at the final stakes.

I just want to get lost gazing at the stars,
Go on a drive and hope the destination isn’t too far.
Watch the sun rise and maybe the sunset too.
But I don’t know where I’m going, not one clue.
So as I try to find some beauty in this seemingly chaotic world, I’ll keep waiting to witness something beautiful unfurl.
But what’s left in the mess of my life?
I don’t want it to be this way but I have to keep my wrists away from the knife.