Let me slit open your throat.
Tie your limbs together and hope you choke.
Stick pins in your eyeballs and hammer them down.
Burn you alive because you make my life a living hell.
It’s the masquerade that makes me do nothing but dwell.
I hope you start to rot because you keep me as a shell.

Living my life as a puppet.
Why does the despicable happen? Why do they love it?
If only I could fix all of my mistakes.
Maybe then I’d be free instead of being locked in a cage.
If only I could fix things and change fate.
But the puppeteers forced me to make such grave mistakes.
Is there a way to fix any of this?
I need to figure out how to fix it because no one should have to live with any of this ****.

I know i need to get up and get out.
But i'm filled with false hope and too much doubt.
I can't help but think i need to end it all.
I just wish i meant enough to someone for them to call.
I guess you could say i have friends.
But i can't stop thinking about the end.
Maybe that's why i'm such a bore.
And my mind keeps leading me to believe the end will be filled with gore.
I guess i'm breaking down more than i thought.
But i know i'll never get closer to what i've sought.
So how do i try to give my self a happy ending?
I guess i'll never know because i'm always stuck mending.
But who i was feels like it's gotten carefully taken apart.
I would gladly take back my broken heart.
Just so i know that i wasn't always falling apart.
But now i know there is nothing but hate for me.
I guess i'll have to forget about finding a key.
So why can't i keep all the good memories in mind?
I guess it's because nothing has, or is going to work out this time.

It feels like the end of the road, and what I’ve come to find is sorrow.
I didn’t want you to get caught in the undertoe.
But things are deceiving even the woe.
So as I hope that your precious soul can be saved, I’ll keep pondering on why I couldn’t turn the page.
But with this petty army filled with hate filled renegades, it’s no wonder no one ever had the will to stay.

My heart is turning black.
My life feels like I’ve always been under attack.
How do I regain the things I lost that I lack?
I don’t have all the answers but I know some of the facts.
When life starts getting dark where do you find a light?
My dreams sailed away, and who I was before is out of sight.
Will I be able to make it through another night?
I just hope I have it in me to turn around my life.

The parasites never stop feeding.
It's their lies that are misleading.
No truth in this petty plot.
So far past distraught.
I hope you all ******* rot.

The days are starting to melt together.
I keep wondering when things will get better.
The masquerade keeps me at the bottom.
What do I do, I just wish I could solve all these problems.
None of this makes any sense to me.
And I’m just trying to find better scenery.
So how do I break free from their grasp?
Will I ever get a taste of happiness that lasts?
I guess I need to learn how to get stronger.
Because things keep getting worse, and I don’t think I can take it any longer..

What is hate?
If everyone's to blame?
It's petty belligerence, and ignorant sadistic ways.
But you might as well write off the brain in your head.
Because with all this conniving fuckery everyones better off dead.

It seems I’m running out of time.
Because I’m left thinking about my demise.
Why are things so out of hand?
I wish I didn’t feel like I was on my last stand.
But as the alliance grows, hope diminishes.
And my smile has more or less turned into a grimace.
Is there hope to live a better life?
I tried but all I’m ever left with is strife.
Why am I stuck with a string of bad luck?
I guess I’ll just keep hoping things start looking up.

Spring is in the air.
And my heart is aching for love.
No more weeping sounds like the mourning dove.
My bones are growing weak, and I know I’m not enough.
Who could love a soul as damaged as the one I carry?
But everything is more or less arbitrary.
Most of the time I find myself feeling numb.
No longer to the knife I will succumb.
I have my eyes set on leaving this place.
Maybe then you’ll find me with a smile on my face.
So as I search for someone to help me pass the time.
I’ll try my best to brush the dust from my clothes as I do my best to shine.

Maybe I’m better off hiding in the shadows.
Who knew being a wallflower would amount to this losing battle?
Is there a chance to overcome?
I guess I’m not really numb.
But these thoughts are overrun.
At least I can still appreciate the rising sun.
But I fear to the rope I will succumb.
I just hope I don’t get stuck in the slums.

My mind trails to the depths of all of these problems.
I try so hard but the masquerade makes it impossible to solve them.
What’s with this disorder?
Why isn’t there any order?
It’s subliminally petty torture.
And I’m just locked in a corner.

The serpents never stop their conniving sadism.
It’s suburban terrorism.
Why am I always in the middle of the crossfire?
Isn’t it clear that there’s more to life than childish petty desires?
I feel like I’m walking through a shooting range. But it’s all staged. Just like these games.
I’ve always been too weak to play.
Until you tainted my being to make me the same.
I don’t want to be like them.
It’s lies and torment. When will they descend?
But when you don’t care and you’re part of the mass, you won’t care what’s fair. You’ll just steal from the weak and make sure you **** them dry until that breath is their last.

Maybe my heart is hard wired to fail.
If only the way I feel could tip the scales.
They say I’m crazy but is that really my reality?
If only I could find someone with the same mentality.
In the beginning it was light and airy.
Why does my mind always find ways to scare me?
Maybe I just have a heavy heart.
I know I tried but I still fell apart.
Still hoping that there’s something after this mess.
If only you could feel my heart beating in my chest.
They often say that time tells all.
So I’ve been menacingly breaking down all my walls.
If only I didn’t **** with the connection.
I’m probably the worst out of your selection.
But I’ll keep my eyes set on the stars.
Hoping soon for you to hold me in your arms.

So trapped it doesn’t matter what I do.
Everything is so misconstrued.
Who am I? I keep losing my shoes.
Death is coming, and probably soon.
I wish I had the strength to make it through.
But everyone’s against me so there’s no hope to find a brighter hue.
So tell me, what is there left to do?
I’m so lost **** I have absolutely no clue.
So as I try to overcome this and maybe escape this impending doom,
I’ll keep searching for myself but even that’s been stolen too.
I guess the only thing left to do is to feel as much as I can in hopes of figuring out what to do.

I guess this is it.
And all that's left is unresolved feelings and despair.
It's no wonder life turned out this way, and no wonder no one wanted to care.
So as i wish that there were more hope for the ones i love.
I'll hope that when the time comes they can watch over the earth in a better place from above.
But there's no time left for me anymore.
I guess the hoax is over and there's nothing left but the everliving pit of a door.

Trapped in this vessel, the people here are crude.
I’m lost in their sequence and my being is so misconstrued.
So what’s with their belligerent hate filled alliance?
It doesn’t matter what’s said cause they’ll always deny it.
So as I count down my days to my brutal demise. I’ll hope their fate and their lies get lost in time.
I don’t understand how people can be so sick.
I want no part in this charade, but I hope they all drop dead.

This town is a disgrace.
Why the **** am I still in this place?
it seems death is my only salvation.
Because it’s me against the nation.
And if it’s not then I’m completely blind.
I’m surrounded by enemies and there’s nowhere to hide.
I can’t stop thinking about my lack of time.
Or how it felt when things were right.
It seems any dream I can fathom is out of sight.
And everything’s getting darker, there’s no way to let in the light.

My life is taking a turn for the worst.
I don’t understand how this doesn’t really hurt.
It seems like I’ve turned into everything I hate.
I just wish I could escape.
But when things are so intricately and deceptively ****** up.
You start to realize you’ve had enough.
And trust me it’s not me whose spitting out all of these bluffs.
I guess it’s so distorted that I’m out of touch.
So who am I becoming in this twisted mess?
I don’t know what I’m feeling but there’s almost no good in me left.
I don’t know what I did for my life to be filled with so much hate.
I guess I’ll know for sure when I reach the final gate.

My whole existence is filled with hate.
I wish I could escape.
But I can’t seem to be able to turn the page.
Why does this have to be my fate?
I want to get away.
But things keep going deeper into this hellhole I’m in.
My life is like a series of other people’s sins.
Always leading to my demise, I can’t seem to win.
So what about the seeds of lies that they plant around every bend?
I try to get past it but everyone would rather believe in what’s pretend.
So I guess I’ll just keep trying to mend.
And hope that something changes.
Because I honestly can’t take this.
If only people could just see that their projections of who I am are barely ever even me.
I can’t get myself back, where is the key?
What’s getting stronger is my sanity.
But I can’t figure out what I need,
Except to end this petty fuckery.

Murky hues, there is no truth.
Why is it only deception against my recollection?
Why do you cover it up, when it’s clear that this is all so out of touch.
It’s so hard to call your bluffs, because you people can’t get enough.
There is no satisfaction of being a sadist.
It’s no wonder I can’t take this.
What happened to any sort of meaning?
You people are just selfish, power driven, greedy thieves.
It’s something I’ll never be able to conceive.
Because no matter if I leave, the only way this will end is my death after you’re all done tearing my life apart at the seams.

Borrowed senses, altered time, what is left? Is it my demise?
It seems that nothing will work out in my lifetime.
So will I ever get to see the beauty in this world shine?
Everyone always acts like everything’s fine.
But I can’t even keep up with the shoreline.
So will I ever see this life refined?
I guess what happens next is left in time.

Everything is planned to be contorted distortion. Will there ever bbe another notion? My fate might not be sealed but there’s no room for deals, and no time to heal. So how will they continue to conceal when everything is misconstrued with these renegades petty deals? So **** them all because nothing will ever make sense. It all just comes to whoever they want dead. So how do I get out? Because none of this is clear. They don’t like things to be linear but it’s life so the truth should be ideal. So whatever is in the cards, I know it won’t work out. Because no one ever listens to the facts because they change fate without paying attention to their doubt.

I don’t know where I’m headed but I’m tired of this view.
It’s like I’m surrounded by mostly enemies and the truth always stays misconstrued.
Why is my life some code to decipher?
If only I could dodge the thieves and the liars.
So as I hope things don’t once again become dire while trying not to think about my time that I’m worried might expire,
I’ll hope that there’s not too much that I’ll require to get out of this mess and regain the feelings I held dear when life was more or less clear.
I guess it doesn’t hurt anymore that no one is near.

It’s all lies, people changing their disguise.
Bigot disgrace, where’s your true face?
What’s the sense in making everything untrue, you’re ruining the quality of life this is nothing but misconstrued.
So stroke your egos and keep getting farther from false power.
There’s nowhere to turn unless you people all burn.
You drag down the good, and make corruption seem just.
There’s no point in these games, I wish your bodies would combust.
So while you ruin the good to get to where you think you should be, I’ll hope people stop getting involved cause for you people manipulation is key.
So as I hope the lying will cease, I’ll hope there will be peace.
But with **** like you, no one will ever be free.

Strapped and in chains, will I ever break free?
The truth is something I’ll always try to conceive but I’m starting to lose my sanity.
So why don’t the lies ever cease?
I don’t know if I’ve ever known what it is to be free.
All I can think about is how this could be true.
I’m lost and stumbling in the dark without a clear view.
I don’t understand how everything stays so misconstrued.
It makes no sense, and people get involved without a care of what they do.
So until I find a better hue along the skyline, I’ll hope I don’t run out of time.
I just wish I could see the beauty of the world shine.

Every time I have a dream it always gets shattered.
I guess having only nightmares is rubbing off on me.
No hope.
No soul.
Never having another to hold.
So what’s left of the plot?
I’ve spent too much time distraught.
Everything is so played out.
And I’m always left with doubt.
Is there hope to find a soulmate?
Everyone always locks the gate.
But with no soul I guess it’s hopeless.
So I guess I’m stuck living my life in remiss.
Unless I find someone and fall for their kiss.
But I’m so damaged and lost.
So I guess I’m stuck alone at all costs.

I’d take a tile cutter to your face, because all you are is a slimy disgrace.
None of us have our true face, because you’re a liar and a thief who deserves no place.
So as you snake your way into what your despicable mind leads you to, I’ll hope I can find my shoes.
And I hope you die a brutal death for making things so misconstrued.

My being is filling up with hate.
Will I be able to escape?
My life is seeing too much rain.
But I don’t feel pain.
I guess it’s just mostly disdain.
So as I try to rebuild, I’ll hope I don’t fall.
Hoping that one day I’ll get out of this crawl.

Petty people, petty lives, petty games.
I’m sanely going insane.
There’s no point to this *******.
It’s always my life that stays in remiss.
Why the can’t this fuckery get dismissed?
No ones life should be this hard to live.
So as I hope they stop they’re stupid little games, I’ll try to find a change of pace.
Because this isn’t a battle of wits, it’s some demented race.
I’m sick of the masquerades *******, just let me find a better place.

Drowning in my mind and I want to break free.
I can’t remember much of a time where my life wasn’t falling apart at the seams.
Why can’t all of this just be all a bad dream?
I have nothing in me to want to be able to breathe.
So I guess I’ll keep in mind that nothing is ever as it seems.
But I know there’s nothing in my life that I’ll ever be able to keep.

Laying out the pieces like some morbid puzzle,
I have nothing left I may as well be wearing a muzzle.
What is the point of going through all this trouble?
It’s a petty masquerade and I’m in the middle of the war.
Living life is becoming such a chore.
There was never a point to tainting someone’s mind body and soul, let alone their life.
So as I sit here trying to get rid of all of this strife, I’ll continue contemplating my miserable life.

The days of thinking I was good enough are gone.
Will there ever be a happy song?
Why did everything go this wrong?
I’ll never love or be loved, but it’s the truth.
If only I could try to change my luck by finding my shoes.
But everything is way too misconstrued.
And I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to continue.
So as I try to find a way to stay okay, I’ll hope that I can change my fate.
Maybe I’ll find another way to reach the stars.
Because I don’t know if I’ll ever get back all of my lost heart.

My thoughts are distorted.
This feels so contorted.
How do I break free?
I still can’t even see.
Why can’t I be free?
I think if I were it would regain my sanity.
But there’s seldom hope for me.
And I can’t figure out the scenes.
It’s like a bad movie reel.
And I can’t even heal.
None of this feels real.
And it’s like I’m trapped under a seal.
Why can’t I get out?
There’s way too much doubt.
This is like a personal hell.
And I’m trapped in this shell.
I know I said I’d try not to dwell.
But I guess it was their plan to make sure I fell.

No meaning in this life.
Maybe there never was.
I guess I’ll just end up forgotten in the dust.
**** love and everything that goes along with it.
I’m surrounded by blinded bigots.
So here’s to the times that I thought life was worth it.
Well congratulations because you showed me that it’s nothing but dirt.
So all you people who never stop your corruption and lies, i guess you did it again by making me wish for a tolerable demise.
I want nothing more than for your bodies to burn.
Flesh blistering until it’s the next ones turn.
But it’s not that easy because I’m “not supposed to know anything”.
**** you all to hell because the only salvation I ever had was before you pried your way into my being.

The days are melting together and I can’t find my way out of this mess.
I don’t know where to go or what to do with the stress.
As the rain clouds come and go I find that the feeling of woe isn’t so bad.
But this charade is getting old and I wonder which breath will be my last.
As I reminisce on the joys that life used to hold, I’ll ponder about the fact that this life got so cold.
So as I try to find my way into a brighter hue, I’ll keep my eyes on the skyline to try to stay away from the blues.
But what does life hold if there isn’t any meaning?
I don’t know what’s next but I doubt it’s something I can fathom seeing.

There’s no room for anything good.
The purity in life is non existent, and if anything exists it’s hate.
None of you people let anyone escape.
So as I hope I can shut everyone out and lock the gate.
I’ll wonder why and how this could be anyone’s fate.
So as I ponder on my less than half lived life, I’ll wonder why you all provoked this and think about how to end my ******* life.

When everything seems to be crashing down.
And your soul is just being dragged around.
Can what’s lost ever be found?
I know there’s no way in hell I could ever get used to the sound.
So what do I do to pick myself up off the ground?

My eyes are starting to fill up with hate.
With the fact that these bends are showing through my merciless fate.
I just wish I could find a way to escape.
Find some meaning and not be trapped in this place.

So until I’ve finally reached my end.
Through pills or blades or some unspeakable end.
I’ll try to find some good in the world.
Cause there’s no hope for something good to ever unfurl.
I’m just a damaged lost and broken girl.
Who always thought there was more beauty in the world.

My life is so misconstrued.
It’s like I’m suffocating and I can’t find my shoes.
I don’t know what it’s going to take to continue.
Why is everything so catastrophic?
All of this seems so psychotic.
So as I try to be the light that I need, I’ll try not to grieve about my life falling apart at the seams.
And I can always hope to live the life of my dreams.

Why do I always focus on running away?
Maybe it would be therapeutic on an autumn day.
But I guess it’s about time to learn how to handle the rain.
I can’t tell if it’s worse than it seems but I want to make a change.

Another day walking around aimlessly.
But all there’s left is shame you see.
I ****** it all up and there’s no turning back.
I guess I need to reconstruct a new map.
Will I ever figure out where it is that I’m going?
I’m so ****** up and it’s always my feelings that are showing.
The doubt is growing.
The fear I’m holding.
The abyss is unfolding.
So what’s next in this orchestrated mess?
I guess I’ll just have to keep going and hold onto what’s left in my chest.
Forget about the rest.
And try not to think about the disasters that could unveil themselves next.

Does the gloomy weather bring dread?
I think there’s still some thorns in my head.
Can I find a way to break the cycle?
My life seems planned out like a recital.
So when will I find a ray of light?
It’s getting harder to make it on my own at night.
Does the gloom consume my harmless thoughts?
My dreams are so vivid, they leave me distraught.
If I can’t even escape the chaos in my dreams, then what else could I possibly conceive?
I’ll just keep hoping to find something to bring hope, as I try not to choke on all of the games the masquerade wants to never stop to play.

Why live your life to be powerful?
******* over anyone you see fit.
And you try to keep people in fear for your own benefit.
What is the point of these games? There is nothing if nothing ever has meaning.
So keep feeding this mess that you drag people into.
One day you’ll all fall through the cracks of your misleading plot.
It’s a chaotic web and the more people you string along, the more will go wrong when you’re all the same.
Why the **** don’t you people see any other way?
This is all a petty hoax and there’s no point in trying to play.
So go ahead and put peoples lives in the palms of your hands.
But if the people in power are doing this you’re no better than what the government plans.

Why is this my fate?
I wish I could escape.
I feel like I’m locked in a cage,
Unable to drown my woe in the pouring rain.
Somehow everything’s staying the same while getting worse by the day.
This is a sickening charade.
I’m numb to the touch.
But they can’t get enough.
If only I had more self love.

Why did I ever try?
It’s just all of these fakes in every disguise.
There’s nowhere I can go and I’m not trying to hide, this all just makes me want to tear out their insides.
But it’s no use when it’s you against the world.
What the **** is next? What fuckery could possibly unfurl?
These people are senseless and I’m the one on meds.
******* all I’d literally slit your throats and mutilate you from your feet to your chest.

Life seems ominous.
Too many problems.
Why are you people so counter productive?
I don't understand how everyone loves it.
So what's the point of making this life?
It only leads the weak or problem ridden to the knife.

Faces once friendly are making me question my hope.
Where am I going? Maybe I should let go.
But what am I letting go, if it’s mostly my life?
I can’t give up on myself but so many people bring strife.
I feel like I’m hanging on by a fibre of thread.
What’s happening in this chaos? What’s left of the mess?
Seldom people to trust and I guess I have to hide.
Maybe not everyone is wearing a disguise.
But I’m stuck in this trap and I might be starting to drown.
I guess I’ll just have to try to turn this disaster around.

I wish things didn’t have to end.
To me you were a godsend.
I know I always make things hard.
Just know I never wanted to leave your arms.
I’ll always remember your soft green eyes.
I wish we had a chance to say our goodbyes.
I’ll hold you forever in my heart.
Even though I ****** up and tore us apart.
But for you I hope for a better start.
Even though you still have my heart.
So as I try to just be alright,
I’ll just hope I don’t get lost in the night.

Too many disorders, why is everyone so corrupt?
There's no sense in this mess.
Hasn't everyone had enough?
You people are parasites who feed off of the weak.
I don't know what there is to do, but life is sadistically and unfortunately bleak.

Where am i going?
Everything keeps changing.
I get lost in the days.
I can't tell if i'm going insane.
What will happen in these passing days?
I just want to break free, but it's something that's hard to conceive.
So why are things still so misconstrued?
I feel like i was born to lose.
I just want to find something true.
But what's there left to do?
I guess i need to figure out what to do, while i find my shoes.
As i keep my eyes along the skyline to search for a brighter hue.