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.

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.

Nothing will ever be clear if the fuckery never ends. The truth is always twisted because they don’t care or listen to anything that makes sense. So while I’m trying to get my mind back that they’ll probably always deny. I’ll just sit here writing rhymes wondering why I ever even wanted more time

Life is a catastrophic hoax and it makes no sense.
Life should mean something and not make you wish for death.
If only the parasites infecting my life would give it a rest, maybe there would be a way out instead of filling up my days with their orchestrated petty mess.
So as I hope that one day I’ll be able to actually breathe, maybe one day the people who need will be able to see.
Life isn’t supposed to be a catastrophe.
But there is nothing good left so let me bleed.

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.

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 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.

Can you be my ray of light?
I’m in need of some sunlight.
I want to do away with the fright.
But I don’t want to fade away into the night.
So how will I watch the flowers bloom?
Or not feel alone in a crowded room?
I don’t want to let the doom consume.
Because I’m at a loss of what to do.
Will I ever reach the stars?
I’m so lost and I think it’s too far.
I just need to align with the sunrise.
So I won’t have to hide.
But I’m always left fearing my demise.
And hoping I won’t run out of time.
Is there hope to find someone to love?
I just want it to feel like the star dust from above.
But who could love such a lost and damaged soul?
This life has taken its toll.
All I could hope for is for someone to hold.
And let the rest of my life unfold.

Will i ever find another sound in the airwaves?
This petty tragedy is driving me insane.
And i'm left wondering if there's hope for another day.
Is there another way?
Or will i be kept more so in a sociopathic state?
Most of the time i'd rather be dreaming than awake.
Because people come and go, and no one ever stays.
But what feelings are locked away deep inside?
It keeps getting stolen so i guess i should just hide.
I feel like i'll always be thinking about my demise.
Because nothing will bring my true self back, not even sunlight.
So why was i almost always unaware about the fight?
I'm so blinded by all of this that it seems like there are only enemies in sight.
So as i try to brush off the ashes of this mess.
I'll try to be happy and do away with the stress.
If only i could regain what was once locked inside my chest.
Maybe then i could find someone and be done with all of the tests.

I can't take this life anymore.
There's no way to settle the score.
I wasn't asking for much, and they **** me over so much more.
Now i'm nothing but a worthless bore.
I'm in a sociopathic state, i can't even fathom hate.
There doesn't seem like a way i could escape.
I feel like i'm tied down and locked in a cage.
I don't have any hope for a better day.
**** them all, i'm going insane.
Why can't i just move past the torment?
I guess it's cause they won't let anything lie dormant.
I want to tear my organs right out of my being.
Be done with this ******* but i'm having trouble seeing.
Why did i have to sink so low?
I'm worse than them and in this life there's nowhere else i can really go.

Everything is senseless.
Why is there so much room for hate?
Life seems more or less pretentious, how do you escape?
With this chaotic web of lies unraveling my predetermined and merciless demise, it seems like there was never any room for the sun to shine.
So in my final days, I’ll keep in mind it was impossible to turn the page.
Because all these corrupted sadists love driving people insane, so there’s never any other way, just what they decide to be your fate.
no matter what’s at stake, it’s just hate feeding hate, and this petty ****** up charade of a game.
So as I hope you all get what you gave,  in your despicable ways, ill wish I lived my life any other way.
As I hope I never get stuck in the tides of what you people decided was “the way”.

Prying into my life and destroying anything that ever held any meaning to me, like a parasite who can't stop feeding.
I can't decide whether i should try to be strong or focus on leaving.
But this is such a petty game, worse than the masquerade.
I feel a strong sense of shame.
And all of this just keeps getting worse by the day.
How can i figure out how to rearrange the fabric of my being, to one i can handle feeling and seeing?
i know i won't end up grieving, because as people come and go, they always end up leaving.
It's just a cluster of fuckery that keeps getting blown at me, like a machine gun that won't stop reloading.
Where the **** am i even going?
If i could find a way out i would take it.
**** the masquerade and this parasitic worm just fakes it.
How can you live your life feeding on the weak?
I guess i need to dust myself off and just try to breathe.
But i'm losing here and the alliance is too hateful.
I don't know if i care anymore i just wish i could turn the tables.

Tear my chest open to see if my heart’s beating.
Everyone comes and goes, but they’re always leaving.
Faces are so deceiving, what’s even real? I don’t know what I’m seeing.
will I stay all alone and keep grieving?
Life lost, what’s next?
I’m an unemotional wreck.
I know deep down I have a heart worth saving.
But it’s been stolen or manipulated so it’s not really mine for the taking.
If only I could get myself back.
Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck on what I lack.
I just wish I could be something real.
But I’m stuck making questionable decisions and making ****** deals.

Maybe sometimes life fills you with hope.
But i always feel like i'm going to choke.
It's like i'm walking on a tightrope.
And no place really feels like home unless i'm alone.
So how do i find some meaning to last?
I'm not ready to make this breath my last.
Maybe one day the stars will align and i won't feel like i'm running out of time.
But thoughts of my demise come creeping back in, and i feel like there's no way in hell i can ever win.
So what is it like to breathe easy and have something worthwhile?
I've been lost for so long that i can't tell if i'm in denial.
So as i try to find something that makes me feel alive.
I'll try to feel something so maybe one day i'll have it in me to thrive.

All this torment and there will never be peace.
Why did this start because there's no point i can see.
All of this is senseless petty slavery.
Stop dictating my life with your corrupted minds filled with false power and greed.
No one should go through you people's played out web of lies.
And you all cover everything up with your mindless disguise.
So as i hope you all burn or get swallowed by the earth, i'll wonder when it'll be my turn.
Because you people rob people of everything and leave them with no self worth.

There is no more good locked inside this vessel.
Just a hateful corpse dragging whatever’s left through life.
I guess it was only a matter of time until I no longer cared.
None of this makes sense, when will I reach my last breath of air?
I want to rip my veins right out of my arms.
I feel nothing and that kind of agony would do less harm.
People play god and don’t care about the consequences.
But what if there’s no way out? It’s their lives they should have ended.
Isn’t that what mass murders are usually about?
**** it I guess I’m past just a mess there’s no reason for anymore doubt.

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.

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.

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.

What happened to the love locked inside my chest?
I’m aching for another’s touch but I can’t fathom what will happen next.
I feel so trapped and there’s nothing for me here.
I miss the feelings I once had but there are no more tears.
So as I try to pick myself up and brush off the debris from my misconstrued fate.
I’ll try harder to gain what I lack, as I try to escape.

The pieces are rearranging, I just wish I could get stuck in a daydream.
All of this seems a little crazy, and it’s hard to fathom why everyone hates me.
So how do I put myself back together?
I don’t even feel right in my favourite sweater.
I don’t want to treat everyone as just a letter, but I try and try and I don’t think I’m getting better.
So I guess I’ll just hide in my sleep, as the lulling of whiskey puts me at ease.

The storm overthrew my life.
And now I’m left wanting to feel the blade of the knife.
A once calming hue has turned black.
And I’m stuck wanting to gain what I lack.
They tell me I’m sick but I can’t see it.
Things are so dreary I can’t even believe it.
So as I try to find some hope, I’ll try not to succumb to the rope.
And maybe try to let go.

The days are blurring together and I’m finding it hard to withstand the weather.
If only I could pull myself together.
But I have no hope to getting better.
I wish I could just figure this out and be me.
But the masquerade never stops and they’re tearing my life apart at the seams.
It doesn’t matter how much I plea, just let me hide in my unpleasant dreams.
I’m burning under my skin and there’s nothing left within.
It hasn’t taken me long to fall, but I’m stuck against a wall.
So as I try to escape this, I won’t think of whether or not I’ll be missed.
Because no ones life should unfold like this.
And everything is somehow always in remiss.

Too much hate, how am I still sane?
I’m sick of these sick ***** games.
I just want to get off of this hell bound page.
I want to chain you down and mutilate you for the pain of my existence.
Get a sledgehammer to end your lives because I’m nothing but your fuckery’s witness.
How the hell am I still in the middle of all of this *******?
Leave me the **** alone.
It’s clear I can’t take this.

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.

There’s no hope or beauty in this mess.
Just dishonesty and corruption and people trying to be “their best”.
So what’s left in this petty torment?
My existence is covered up but everyone’s for it.
I wish I could rise up and break out of this cage, I’m sick of being trapped and having to look at life their way.
But if this is life, then everyone’s doomed.
You can’t live a life tearing others down, there’s no room to live through a truth so misconstrued.
So as I try to figure out a way to break free, I’ll hope the ones who plan this petty slavery learn that this isn’t me, it’s what they bring with their blinded army.

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.

Its a deceiving plot.
So why am I always distraught?
It’s always ignorance that’s bought.
It’s the truth that I’ve always sought.
And now I can’t tell how much time’s on the clock.
So where do I go in this melancholic ocean?
I don’t know where I am and I’m losing devotion.
It seems like lately everything’s been so scattered.
And I’ve been having trouble climbing the latter.
Every time I stand up I get pushed into a pit.
And I don’t really have any place to sit.

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.

Faces come and go, I’ve lost almost all my hope.
Will I ever have anyone I can count on?
I guess I’ll have to find another song.
But everything I do and say is wrong.
And I have no idea how I’m still going on.
I’m stuck drowning in a sea of misery and hate.
If only I could find a way to escape.
But no ones around, just locked gates.
Maybe one day I’ll come across someone with a smile on their face.
So until I find new scenery,
I’ll try to figure out what it means to be truly me.

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.

Cold and alone.
I can’t withstand these brittle bones.
I have no place to go.
No friendly faces, just foes.
Why do people pretend to care?
I’m gasping for air.
Drowning in this mess.
Lost more feeling in my chest.
Is it gone for good?
I feel far less than anyone should.
I just want to escape.
As I hope for a better day.

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.

Reminiscing of the better days.
I know you didn’t want me to stay.
But you were the light of my life, and everything felt right.
Never having a harder night.
I know we haven’t spoken in years,
And I have a whole lot of new fears.
But you made me feel at home,
And now I’m left with a heart of stone.

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.

Being hated my whole life.
So why do I care?
I don’t care if I succumb to the knife.
Life is too unfair.
I’m done.

Lost soul.
Where’s the woe?
Is it time to find a change of scenery?
For too long I’ve felt that the problem is me.
If only I could learn how to see.
Maybe I could find the pieces of me that make me who I really am.
But as time goes on I can’t tell where I stand.
I want to bloom into the person I should be.
But I’ve been losing touch and becoming someone I could never see as me.
So as I try to find a brighter hue, I’ll hope that things get less misconstrued.
But I’m always lost and searching for my shoes, I guess I’ll have hope that the darkness makes way for a clearer view.

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.

Trapped in this parasitic belligerent mess.
If karma was real it would be off with everyone's heads.
You people are so ******* heartless and corrupt, hell ******* knows you'll all never have enough.
So as your overly glorified minds keep filling up with greed,
I'll hope if there's anyone good they'll see and be able to leave.
Because your cancerous disease never ceases to spread.
So ******* people's cult like alliance we're all better off dead.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

There's nowhere left to watch the flowers bloom,
or not be alone in a crowded room.
It seems all that's left is my merciless tomb.
And the end of fates for me and hopefully not those that i hold closest to.
So as i try to see clearer on this petty senseless web.
I'll realize that there's no value intertwined it's just their cult and the ones they want dead.
So as i reach my final breath i'll hope they give it a rest.
But there has never been less meaning or sense in this valueless mess.

It seems i might have found myself.
But this heartache is making me weak.
But it feels nice to feel.
Will i ever find something real?
Or will i be stuck clicking my heels wondering when i'll find my way home?
I guess until i find my someday, i'll be left out in the pouring rain.

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.

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.

My eyes are filled with hate.
******* all for trapping me I hope you all reach your end and can’t escape.
I also hope you all suffer worse.
You all rob everyone of everything and expect it not to hurt.
So as I try to ignore this petty mess.
I hope you’re all left with regrets and more ******* common sense.
Just ******* let me off myself.
Because you all tarnished everything good and I can do nothing but dwell in this merciless shell.

My being is radiating with hate.
How will I escape?
I want to turn the page, but everything more or less stays the same.
Why does everyone treat life like a game?
If life isn’t a spiral, how are things ever supposed to change?
They say history repeats itself but I say that’s wrong.
Maybe that’s why I can never find comfort in songs.
Why can’t people see the beauty of life lies within?
And there’s no need to **** with people and commit so many sins.
I don’t know what the masquerade has planned but I’m not even trying to win.
I just need to get away because I can’t even find comfort within my own skin.
So as the days keep melting together I’ll try to hope that people see, there are so many answers and people are too consumed with hate and greed.