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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

They’re all so thrilled.
I hope they find nothing but hate for them still.
This town is like a cult.
And somehow everything is my fault.
If I could I’d rearrange their organs.
But I’m helpless so all of this gets worse or stays the same so it’s somehow dormant.
I hope they get the karma for doing wrong unto those who didn’t see it coming.
But somehow they’re all so happy and loving.
This makes me ******* sick.
If I could I’d give them a bunch of hits.
But this life is in remiss.
I got ****** into the middle of this.
I want to gauge out their eyes.
Tear out their organs and see what’s under their disguise.
But it’s not in me to win.
So **** them all, life is just a series of their sins.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Losing my mind, this life is nothing but misconstrued blackened hues.
Why the **** does everyone cover up truth and trade shoes?
I want no part in this mess.
If I could I’d get myself back and be done with this forced petty distress.
If I could see the stars in the sky, maybe I wouldn’t think so much about my lack of time.
I can’t even appreciate the sunshine.
Because all anyone wants is my demise.

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.

As time runs out, I guess there’s less doubt.
If I could I’d stay. But it seems there’s no other way.
So as I reminisce of the better days with faces who ended up growing cold. I won’t take to heart that I didn’t have another to hold.
So as I drift through the blurring days, I’ll try to be happy and not think about the end of my days.

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.

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.

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.

Maybe I’d be happier if I could learn to love myself.
But if you don’t love who you are or your own reflection, how are you supposed to try?
I guess I’m stuck in a permanent state of changing my disguise.
Because who I am is lost and no longer mine.
I just wish I could get myself back.
But I’m inept and left with whatever’s in my flask.
This life is filled with the most meaningless tasks.
Everything got ****** away and there’s little joy cast.
How am I not more of a mess?
Nothing of mine is locked away in my chest.
I guess that’s why I can’t do away with the stress.
Because my being got torn from me and I know I can’t handle what’s next.

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.

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.

Why are there so many lies?
A web stitched together with their contorted deception.
They don’t care, as long as they get their way.
Stealing from who they feel is beneath them when they deserve to get slain.
So why the **** did I ever have the wits to call you people the masquerade?
There’s no mystery, just a bunch of fakes with their petty games.
So as I hope your insides will get torn out, while I tear out your tongue and split your knees, pull your eyeballs out of the sockets from tearing my life apart at the seams.
I’ll try to figure out what this all means, but there’s no way because all you people want are silent screams.
So I can’t **** you to hell because I’m too weak.
But life will never work out because you people don’t know the meaning of fair.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The events that unfold are always distorted, memories contorted.
What’s their plan in this demented sequence?
Are things getting better?
Or will they go back into remiss?
I’m finding more peace of mind and maybe more sanity.
But hate keeps me trapped and unable to see clearly.
This isn’t the way life should unfold.
For too long it’s my being they’re dying to scold.
So why won’t the ones who keep me in their grasp, find their own meaning to last?
And not just have hate to cast?
I guess nothing will ever be perfect, but the truth should never be covered up.
Every time things seem to get better, it’s always something that ends up being corrupt.
So as I hope the ones who drove me into a life of hate, can somehow find something to take it’s place, while hopefully I can muster up the strength to find for maybe the first time my truest face.

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.

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.

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.

As I try not to think of the storm, I’ll try not to think about my being becoming so worn.
It’s a relief I’m no longer so torn.
But I can’t take the torment, what’s left in store?
Maybe I’m not golden but I still have a conscience.
Maybe I want to get up but I already lost it.
Maybe I want to breathe some life into my being, but this petty ******* makes everything hard to keep conceiving.
So as I try to pick myself up off the ground, I’ll try to find a happier sound.
Maybe I’ll find someone who wants me around.
But until then I’ll keep hiding until I’m found.

There is no god anymore. He's an imposter.
When people stopped being pure, the psychopathic sadists came up with too much to foster.
There's no hope for anything with meaning.
All people are is ignorant and greedy.
No one is deserving, and the cult won't stop.
Is it a cult or the universe? This is a sickening plot.
You can't treat everyone you people don't like as your slaves.
Life is nothing but guilty parasitic liars and their games.
What is power if you cheat your way There?
And do whatever you want and dont care what's left anywhere?
Life could never last with this contorted reality of corruption.
I guess the ignorant sadists won because there's no way to rise above it.
******* all for the lives you ripped away, without any hope for any better day.
Life is nothing but death lingering on a page.
No one is deserving. There will never be another way.
So as you people keep playing god and the devil and karma, having everything you feel that life should be, it's no wonder life is this corrupt. And people lie, cheat and steal. And ruin those who can't see.
So keep playing games with your "immortal" personas. This is all a hoax. Everyone might as well be in a ******* coma.
Why is everything based on everyone's lies. All of your lying and stealing makes you all need a new disguise.
But all of the wrong genes have spread their way across everywhere they should have never gone.
Everyone involved should have been ******* rid from this world or suffering for their sins before anything went this wrong.

Why did i wish for more time?
There is nothing of beauty i could ever witness shine.
Life is nothing but a hoax of a charade.
Everyone treats life like a petty senseless superiority complex game.
So why the hell am i trapped in this mess entangled with lies?
I just hope that there is some mercy in my demise, because you sadists keep this mess going for years at a time.
And there was never a point, you all just showed me that life is the ugliest thing to encounter or coincide.

My world is filled with hate.
I don’t know if I’ll ever escape.
I have little room to grow,
Why did they dull me so?
Where is it that I stand?
This plan is becoming so dispicibly bland.
Can I get away from their grasp?
I’m only one person, and the masquerade almost always has the upper hand.
Why did everything unfold in such a horrendous manner?
If only my being weren’t so shattered.

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.

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.

Life makes no sense no matter what side you're on.
Everything ends up being petty, does it even matter that they're all wrong?
The truth stays misconstrued, i'm still lost and have no will to continue.
So as i look at the different hues in the sky, i'll wonder why my life is just an endless setup to my demise.
And try to have hope that it won't be too brutal this time.

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?