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.