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.