This world is my problem
Society is the issue
I used to confide the pain just to fit in
This preordained infrastructure
They say i'm just a grain of sand in the desert
But sand can't move on its own,
I shoot, ****, and destroy
Mentally scared
Emotionally barred out
I guess thats why im numb
It's like I ain't got a concious
**** every soul I see
You can call me grim the reaper