Lost in this web of chaotic lies.
It’s clear they used me to create every disguise.
So why is all they care about my demise?
I can’t even feel alive in the sunlight.
And so the plot continues to get more distorted.
Recreating themselves is what cause my being to become so contorted.
So what is “all of the work” that they “don’t want to be for nothing”?
I’m still not bluffing.
It’s my consciousness that’s torn.
And my being that’s become so worn.
There will never be a way to even the score.
Because they always wanted too much, I just wanted to be myself, nothing more.
So I guess it’s been misconstrued my whole existence.
I’m a waste of space and life should never turn out like this.