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.

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.

Why is it deception against truth?
Does anyone have their own shoes?
I don’t wanna continue but if I don’t it will be my demise.
What else is there, except for lack of time?
I don’t understand their contorted distortion.
But if there’s no truth there will never be order.
So why is it always me against the mass?
There is nothing of value in the things they cast.
They belittle what’s right, and keep you in strife.
Until one day you want to succumb to the knife.

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.

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.

Life seems bitter and cold.
Why is everything tarnished?
There is no meaning to this chaotic web.
It makes me wonder why no one sees or gives it a rest.
So what’s with the wreckage that everyone keeps feeding?
I know I can’t stay but I have nothing so how do I focus on leaving?
My time is coming and I know I won’t be grieving.
People are too deceiving, life has lost its meaning.
And the truth is something that no one cares about seeing.
So what’s the problem?
Corruption is their game and they make it uneasily unsolvable.
Life is valueless if this is where people stand.
Leave me the **** alone and stop dealing me unlivable hands.

Are things looking up?
Or is it all deceiving?
Where did my feelings go?
I guess they’ll always be fleeting.
Where can I go to find more hope?
I’m not sure I know and I can’t let go.
So what’s next in this chapter of my life?
Whatever happens, I just hope I can get rid of this strife.

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.

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.

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”.

I guess it was always a downhill battle.
There was never a reward just dealing with ignorant *******.
If there was ever any beauty I’d say it never existed.
Just like truth because this life is so twisted.
So as I hope no one goes through this again, I’ll think of those words and know that whoever did this deserves an unspeakable end.
Life is too distorted for anything pure to exist.
So **** this half lived life filled with petty ignorance and lack of bliss.

Everyone thinks there’s an easy way out.
But the masquerade never stops and I’m left with too much doubt.
I want to try to get up and out.
But I’m damaged and caged, and I’m slowly going insane.
Why won’t they just stop the games?
I’m starting to fill up with too much hate.
And left wondering if I’ll ever escape.
But this labrynth of a maze is filling up my days, with too much to undo because the truth is misconstrued.
So I guess it looks like I’m ******, because none of them will ever have enough.
And everything’s so distorted that the truth is so contorted that my life is just so horrid.
And I have nothing more than a predetermined mess of a life.

With my eyes set on the shoreline, will I have to be worried about getting washed away in the tides?
I want to find meaning, and not have to hide.
But what I’ve been escaping is my untimely demise.
So as I wait to watch the flowers bloom, and escape the torment that took my life too soon.
I’ll hope I can find out what to do.
Until I can travel along the skyline into a brighter hue.

Everyone’s ****. No one will overcome. Maybe to the knife I’ll succumb. I’m sick of your ******* lies, and I’m left pretty numb. Serpents around every corner. There is no order. When will the lies cease. Your hate is the worst disease.

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.

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.

Tear my chest open, there’s nothing inside.
My life has turned into a string of their lies.
No love to be found, just an empty shell.
I can’t even feel how alone I am and this feels like the worst kind of hell.
Everything gets manipulated or stolen.
And I’m trapped in this house with a family of people who will always be against me.
I just need to get away, I’m sick of this scenery.
So as I try not to focus on the fact that everyone always leaves.
I’ll try to find the pieces of who I once was because whoever I am now is their lifeless projection of me.
So as I try to be someone I can stand seeing and feeling.
Maybe I can find myself in the things they’re concealing.
But I have no will left so maybe I should find my feelings and focus on healing.

Living my life as someone else, when can I be set free?
Stop acting like you know me, this is petty slavery.
All their lies and stories have been manipulated to be true, what’s there left to do?
My whole life I’ve been trapped in a losing battle, why can’t I find my shoes?
This cuts deeper than you think, will I ever find a way not to sink?
Why can’t I find my way out of their grasp?
I just need to find something, literally anything that lasts.

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.

Infecting my mind and the rest of my being, the tests were pointless and none of you see it.
At a loss in where I stand because you’re all a part of my mind.
Get the **** out, I want to find a way to tear out your insides.
But this demented mess gets more petty by the day.
Isn’t there a way for your organs to be rearranged?
So as I try to find another way I’ll hope you people find some sense.
I’m losing it here and I want to rip out your veins and your tongues and chain your lifeless bodies to the fence.

Life is a hoax.
Can't do anything but choke.
I don't get why everyone plays these petty games.
Everything is intertwined in a web of lies and choas, there's little room to stay sane.
So as i try to get out of this petty somewhat merciless charade, i'll try not to have all of the blame put on me.
But it's part of their deception so i doubt anyone really cares to see.

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.

Will I ever find my someday?
Will we feel one another’s warm embrace and gaze at the stars?
Or am I so lost that that kind of fate is too far?
Whatever my fate is I just hope that it comes soon, because I don’t know how much longer I can continue.

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’m running up a winding staircase.
I can’t see where I’m going, what’s left of this demented race?
I just need to find a new place, or maybe my own saving grace.
But I feel so scattered, how will I escape the latter?
Everything seems muffled and so unclear.
I still can’t figure out what I’m still doing here.
So as I keep running towards any beam of light, I’ll try to keep my dreams in sight.
As I hope I don’t fade away into the night.
And maybe hold someone near to help rid the fright.

How do you live your life if you fear what hides in the shadows?
How do you get by when the days just start to melt together?
How do you make something of yourself when you're stuck in a downwards spiral?
Maybe one day you'll find some answers, but you can't live if you're stuck in a daze.
Maybe it's not a daze, but more so a series of orchestrated events.
Maybe you need to learn how to feel the heart beating in your chest.
But until you learn how to feel like you once did before you got taken apart, you need to try to make a new start.
And try to deal with these unpleasantly distressing cards.
As you hope and try to get back all of your lost heart.

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

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?

Forever stuck in the crossfire of meaningless ******* lies.
It never ends so why the **** do you keep yourselves in misconstrued disguises.
I can’t run, I can’t hide.
I don’t care if my lifeless body gets washed up in the tide.
I can’t end your petty ******* lives.
So go to ******* hell and let me carve my demise.

To the blade will I succumb?
At least I no longer feel numb.
Most times uncomfortable in my own skin.
Is there a way to let love win?
It’s tiring not usually being who you are.
But it seems I’m becoming more me, is there hope to reach the stars?
What’s next in this mess I call life?
At least I’m feeling less strife.
If only I could feel effervescent.
But things change and I feel I might be losing some recollection.
So as I try to find the right direction,
I’ll hope I can stand my own reflection.
And maybe find someone to breathe some meaning into my life.
Because without love I’ll always lead back to the knife.

This sequence is tiring.
Everyone's lying.
I'm stuck in hiding,
They won't stop denying,
That all of this is truly my fault.
But everything they say is coated in salt.
I guess i'm doomed by default.
It's only a matter of time till i finally fall.
But i'm stuck at rock bottom,
How much farther can i sink?
I don't know where i'm headed,
But this all happened in a blink.
So why won't they just leave me to suffer without their ******* nonsense.
I have nothing and it's clear so there's no way i'll find where the love is.
So as i wait to find my own saving grace.
I'll keep pulling my corpse through this as i try to wear a smile on my face.

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.

Why did I end up like this?
They ****** me over for too long and turned me into everything I swore I would never be.
Is that why they take the truth away?
It’s so misconstrued, how many others are hoping for a better day?
Why do they have to cover everything up?
It’s been long overdue that I’ve had more than enough.
So why do they keep picking everything apart?
I’m more damaged than whatever they did to my heart.
Why do they play god?
There’s no use in beating the odds.
Because they map everything out.
And give those less fortunate a harder life.
I don’t know about you but it makes me want to tear out my insides.
Would things be easier if I just gave in and took my own life?
I want to fix things but there’s seldom me left inside.
So why is everyone taking others lives into their own hands?
You can’t get rid of bad karma on other people’s hands.
So what’s with this cruel master plan?
They left me hopeless and it makes me want others to suffer less, so I guess now I have my own plans.
I don’t know what they’re doing or why.
But they make me die a little bit everyday even though I’m running out of time.
Too many people wear a disguise.
So why the **** won’t they do something of value and stop ******* with peoples lives.

Trapped in this sequence. Where can I go next? Lost it all, including what was hidden in my being and my chest. Everything gets stolen, manipulated or contorted. I don’t know what else there is to do instead of finding some order.

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.

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.

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.

Maybe my wrists don’t miss the sting of the blade.
But that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about the pain.
Maybe I’m too fragile but nothing seems alright.
Death might be coming and I don’t think anything good is in sight.
So as I try to break out of these chains, I’ll hope for something better, maybe finally turn this god awful page.

Spoke too soon, I guess I’m always wrong.
What’s the point of thinking anything good about others if they’re the ones who are always proving you wrong.
So I guess I’m just a ploy in their never ending charade.
It doesn’t matter if you’re weak, if they decide to ruin your life it’s their way or no way.
So **** everyone I’ve ever encountered.
I guess you’re all the reason why I’m nothing but a bipolar downer.
But you’re all infected parasitic waste.
So here’s to hoping I can dodge the rest of your petty ******* games.

Life is a demented petty game.
From the ignorance these sadists play.
Why keep this charade?
It's clear everyone deserves to get slain.

The days pass by and it seems like it’s turning to a brighter hue.
Maybe now things will get less misconstrued.
I guess I’m getting more of an idea of what to do, and it seems like I’m beginning to find my shoes.
So now all I can do is pick myself up and continue.
But I feel like a mess, and never really feel the heart beating in my chest.
Is there hope to find meaning and be done with the stress?
So I guess time will tell me what to do next.

It seems the plot is still distorted.
These people must be demented because there’s no way in hell the same would be for it.
I find it hard to show truth.
But I’ve been lost for so long in the fact that my existence is so misconstrued.
So as I figure out what went wrong and where to go next,
I’ll try to regain my lost feelings in my chest.
As I hope that the plot doesn’t turn into more of a wreck.

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.

Hate is emanating from my distrust.
I guess it's safe to say i've had enough.
I can't overcome all of their bluffs.
So why do they keep lying?
All of this is so one sided.
How many people will suffer before they're satisfied?
I hope it's not just me who notices that they're ruining the quality of life.
But i guess if i'm the odd one out, that's why i'm filled with so much doubt.
I guess time will tell if it'll just be my demise or some way out.
I just wish i could leave and not have any of this petty fuckery to worry about.

Everyone's deceiving.
What's the point to the chaos it's ignorant sadists who won't let me focus on leaving.
Why is this all so played out?
I can't even keep one consciousness in tact and there are too many doubts.
If there were any way I could change things and get rid of their contorted web of lies, maybe there wouldn't be so many people being forced to add to their disguise.
But all they want is power and control.
How many lives will go to waste before hell takes it's toll?
And now I'm stuck here trapped without my own soul, it's just the versions they keep in place until their plan unfolds.
So **** them all. Will they ever leave me the **** alone?
My life has always been trampled on by parasitic bigots with no mercy on anyone. They just keep their illusion going so no truth will ever unfold.

As the days pass I find that there’s nothing for me here.
Just some loneliness and different fears.
If I could run away and start on a new page I think I’d have a better change of pace.
But my life has turned into a demented race.
What’s the prize? What happened to everyone true face?
Sometimes I want to bleed away the pain, or dissolve my fears in the pouring rain.
But these days it’s so hard to stay sane.
When all anyone does is act like this is all some deformed charade.
So as I fantasize about crashing head first or jumping to my demise. I’ll try to keep whatever’s good within to help me pass the time.
But it seems right now I can’t appreciate the sun shine.
I just wish it wasn’t the end of the line.

Sick of you peoples petty charade.
Life isn’t a series of senseless games.
You people are too self absorbed I can’t stay sane, from your pointless ultimatums and bringing petty pain.
There’s never been much of a way out.
All you people do is fill my days with ******* and doubt.
If there were a way to escape I would have already turned the page.
This life is unbearable I hope you all suffer the same.

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.

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.

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.