Life is a hoax.
Can't do anything but choke.
I don't get why everyone plays these petty games.
Everything is intertwined in a web of lies and choas, there's little room to stay sane.
So as i try to get out of this petty somewhat merciless charade, i'll try not to have all of the blame put on me.
But it's part of their deception so i doubt anyone really cares to see.

Life holds no value. Everyone's corrupt.
There will never be meaning because it's just everyone's misconstrued bluffs.
So why is life just a petty parasitic game?
I don't care anymore, why don't we all just get slain?

Why give anyone the satisfaction?
It's like my whole existence is rationed.
What was really mine to begin with?
I honestly don't care anymore because i'll never be missed.
What was the point in figuring out a new way to coexist?
Why the **** did i ever care i'm always left for dead and my whole existence is in remiss.
So **** it i guess i just want to shoot myself dead.
Because a lifetime of suffering isn't worth all of these thorns in my head.

Life is like hell.
There’s no good, and all I can do is dwell.
Too physically tormented by you people’s petty games.
There will never be order because you people are so ignorantly and morbidly insane.
So why so petty? This is a stupid ******* charade.
All taking turns being me to have life you peoples way.
So what was the problem in letting me live?
I’m not here to ******* serve you ***** and there’s very little I ever had to give.
Stop trapping me in your sequence because you all keep me as your slave.
There is no good or order, either the power tripping parasites get what they want or you get slain. But trust me I wish it would be you people’s demise every ******* day.

I guess hiding in my dreams gives me new scenery.
But some things are deceiving, will I ever find some peace?
Is my life still falling apart at the seams?
Or is there hope to construct a better reality?
Something tells me I’ll always be a lost soul.
Searching and wandering until death takes its toll.
I guess it’s not in my fate to have another to hold.
I guess I better find myself and rebuild what’s been done to my lost soul.

What happened to the love locked inside my chest?
I’m aching for another’s touch but I can’t fathom what will happen next.
I feel so trapped and there’s nothing for me here.
I miss the feelings I once had but there are no more tears.
So as I try to pick myself up and brush off the debris from my misconstrued fate.
I’ll try harder to gain what I lack, as I try to escape.

Why is life a demented race?
People blinded hiding their face.
What happened to anything with meaning?
This is a ****** up orchestra that’s only deceiving.
So why is everyone’s eyes filled with hate?
Bigots lying and destroying everything in place.
Maybe there does have to be a change.
But it doesn’t have to start with these petty lies and games.
So as I hope you’ll all rot, I’ll try not to be distraught.
It’s ignorance that’s been bought.
And you were all the ones who taught.
If I could get revenge I wouldn’t hesitate, to make you all suffer for all of this and not ever get anything other than erased.

All this torment and there will never be peace.
Why did this start because there's no point i can see.
All of this is senseless petty slavery.
Stop dictating my life with your corrupted minds filled with false power and greed.
No one should go through you people's played out web of lies.
And you all cover everything up with your mindless disguise.
So as i hope you all burn or get swallowed by the earth, i'll wonder when it'll be my turn.
Because you people rob people of everything and leave them with no self worth.

It seems i might have found myself.
But this heartache is making me weak.
But it feels nice to feel.
Will i ever find something real?
Or will i be stuck clicking my heels wondering when i'll find my way home?
I guess until i find my someday, i'll be left out in the pouring rain.

My reality is full of their contorted distortion.
How will I get used to the motion?
There’s so much that’s left unsaid,
And without being able to think straight they get the best out of what’s hidden in my chest and my head.
Is there hope to turn the tables?
I’m stumbling in the dark and becoming so unstable.
If I could turn the page I’d try to find the light,
But most of the good in life is out of sight.
Will I rid myself of the never ending strife?
Or will I keep leading back to the knife?
I know I don’t want that deed to be done,
But I can’t keep up with the stars and the sun.
I can’t break free from this and my only option seems like it’s to run.
I wish this was something I could overcome.

Too many cracks in my mind and I can’t always tell whose hiding inside.
How can I tell who’s wearing a disguise, or contorting my being to someone I can’t really recognize?
I don’t understand why they have such a strong hold, but as things unfold I can see that they’re changing me too much as well as growing cold.
Why is it like an army against me?
They cover up the truth because they don’t like their crude reality.
So why do they put the blame on others?
It’s not an easy thing to overcome and it can leave you feeling smothered.
So as I try to figure out what to do next,
I’ll try to be me again and feel something mine in my chest.
Instead of all the given feelings they leave me with, this isn’t the way life should be lived I just wish they would get out of my head.

With my eyes set on the shoreline, will I have to be worried about getting washed away in the tides?
I want to find meaning, and not have to hide.
But what I’ve been escaping is my untimely demise.
So as I wait to watch the flowers bloom, and escape the torment that took my life too soon.
I’ll hope I can find out what to do.
Until I can travel along the skyline into a brighter hue.

Infecting my mind and the rest of my being, the tests were pointless and none of you see it.
At a loss in where I stand because you’re all a part of my mind.
Get the **** out, I want to find a way to tear out your insides.
But this demented mess gets more petty by the day.
Isn’t there a way for your organs to be rearranged?
So as I try to find another way I’ll hope you people find some sense.
I’m losing it here and I want to rip out your veins and your tongues and chain your lifeless bodies to the fence.

You people live for petty sadism.
While there is no meaning in what you people preach,
You all live your lives in deceit.
Making the weak plea for things that there would never be a need.
So while you people live on your hell bent greed,
I'll hope this despicable mess falls apart at you people's feet.
Because all of this petty torment is ruining life at the seams.
And none of you people care because all you all care about is your egos, power and irrelevant petty needs.

It seems the plot is still distorted.
These people must be demented because there’s no way in hell the same would be for it.
I find it hard to show truth.
But I’ve been lost for so long in the fact that my existence is so misconstrued.
So as I figure out what went wrong and where to go next,
I’ll try to regain my lost feelings in my chest.
As I hope that the plot doesn’t turn into more of a wreck.

Living my life as someone else, when can I be set free?
Stop acting like you know me, this is petty slavery.
All their lies and stories have been manipulated to be true, what’s there left to do?
My whole life I’ve been trapped in a losing battle, why can’t I find my shoes?
This cuts deeper than you think, will I ever find a way not to sink?
Why can’t I find my way out of their grasp?
I just need to find something, literally anything that lasts.

The days go by, and there's little life left in this vessel.
Just an ever changing burden of everyone whose infected my being.
Was this mind ever mine? Or were you always entitled to everything i am?
No matter your plans, i hope they turn to sand.
Because there's no escape in this parasitic hand.
And nowhere to go that doesn't let me escape being hell bent from you digging me deeper into this pit.
Just hate and anger and fleeting feelings that never stay.
I need to get away but i'd rather be blown to ashes than go through your petty ******* for another day.

there is no beauty in this life.
the only salvation is running my wrists along the blade of the knife.
if what eats away at you body mind and soul doesn't **** you, it will **** away every ounce of the person you grew to be.
and life isn't suffering but no one can see.
you can't put others lives into the hands of your own and expect any sort of beauty or freedom to unfold.
maybe I've been waiting too long for a humane death to take it's toll.
but it's not in my fate and you people's bigoted ******* is getting so ******* old.

Life is misconstrued because no one feels like staying in their own shoes.
I don’t even care that I don’t know what to do because life is nothing but a blackened hue.
So as I hope to see streams of red come streaming from your eyes, as I sit there and wait to witness your merciless demise.
Too bad I’m not strong enough for those twists and ties. I’d mutilate you to hell for all of your petty lies.
So as I hope all of you burn, I’ll try to remember a time where life itself had any sort of worth.
You say you’re elite, but this is one sided.
Maybe it’s not only me whose blinded.
But when life is just a contorted mess, to get whatever you see “fit” not caring about the rest.
I would gladly tear my insides out of my chest.
But I’ll never Rest In Peace until I rip your organs to shreds.

Maybe who you have feelings for isn’t the best bet.
At least I regained some feeling in my chest.
Love never works out for me I guess I should give it a rest.
Because no one could love a soul like me so damaged, sad and depressed.

As life unfolds it seems like a contorted trick.
I don’t know where I’m headed but most of these people are making me sick.
How do I find a brighter hue to live?
I don’t know who I am but there’s nothing in me to give.
But what could I give when all they used to do was take?
This life is so twisted I never thought it could ever be this type of charade.
I know I can’t take it so what’s with all the lies?
No one shows their true colours, it’s distorted through their disguise.
So how did things get so out of hand?
It’s like a deformed form of torture and there’s no place for me to stand.
So while I try to dodge their master plan, I’ll try to climb out of this pit, any way I can.
But it seems I’m tied down and maybe in a cage, I’m sorry for getting so bad but these people always seem to fill me with rage.

Trapped in this sequence. Where can I go next? Lost it all, including what was hidden in my being and my chest. Everything gets stolen, manipulated or contorted. I don’t know what else there is to do instead of finding some order.

Being hated my whole life.
So why do I care?
I don’t care if I succumb to the knife.
Life is too unfair.
I’m done.

Petty games.
Why is life filled with lies and senseless disdain.
I can't stay sane, because everyone's eyes are filled with hate and most people are the same with the masquerade they play.
So why can't i get out of the pit they dug?
Life makes no sense and most people are fake or smug.
I don't know why i always get trapped in their sequence, but it feels like something that should just get dismissed.
But instead it's my life that stays in remiss.
All of this nonsense is driving me insane.
I need to find a way out because i don't see life as this ****** up petty game.

Snaking you’re way into my being.
Pretending to be my friend why the **** are people so deceiving.
I’m not gunna waste my time grieving, all I want is to focus on leaving.
I’m not me and I want to gauge out their eyes.
Nail their eye sockets shut for bringing on my untimely demise.
So why don’t they stop hiding behind their misconstrued disguise?
I would hack your skull to pieces but there’s not enough time.
So as I hope they get the karma for the things they do, I’ll try not to suffer in these horrendous shoes.
I’d rip out your tongue so there’s no more lies.
But I can’t cause these people enough pain.
So get the **** away from me and rot starting from your insides.

Will I ever find my someday?
Will we feel one another’s warm embrace and gaze at the stars?
Or am I so lost that that kind of fate is too far?
Whatever my fate is I just hope that it comes soon, because I don’t know how much longer I can continue.

My being is radiating with hate.
How will I escape?
I want to turn the page, but everything more or less stays the same.
Why does everyone treat life like a game?
If life isn’t a spiral, how are things ever supposed to change?
They say history repeats itself but I say that’s wrong.
Maybe that’s why I can never find comfort in songs.
Why can’t people see the beauty of life lies within?
And there’s no need to **** with people and commit so many sins.
I don’t know what the masquerade has planned but I’m not even trying to win.
I just need to get away because I can’t even find comfort within my own skin.
So as the days keep melting together I’ll try to hope that people see, there are so many answers and people are too consumed with hate and greed.

What does anyone deserve? When this whole ******* town has proved to be the worst of the worst.
I hope you all crash and burn, but with all the lies will it ever be your turn?
Why can’t I inflict the most excruciating pain? For tearing my life apart at the seams and driving me insane.
No pain would ever suffice.
A mallet? A sledgehammer?
How can I bring your demise?
Is a tile cutter enough to cause you to beg for mercy?
Or would I need to blister your skin after with a blow torch for never letting me see clearly.
But none of this would ever be just.
Unless I drill into your eyes and rip them apart. Only to sawter out your heart.
But would any of this ever be enough?
Nothing will ever suffice because none of this people have anything but despicable distrust.
So as I fantasize about ways to get the job done, the only way is to brutally mutilate and dismember you all after blinding you. One by one.

What does it take to ruin people’s lives?
Stealing their soul and what they keep inside?
You people play dumb with all of your petty lies.
Stop torturing the once deserving to bring their demise.
It doesn’t take another person to let the sun shine.
If you people weren’t so entitled to other people’s lives, maybe life wouldn’t be so chaotic and there would be hope for everyone in time.

Am I as alone as the moon?
I guess I don’t make the seas sail smoothly so there might be more room for the gloom to consume.
Why do I even try?
It’s clear that I should just drown in the tides.
So why is life such a never ending battle.
Me against the masses. And I know to no one I’ll never matter.
So why is my being so scattered?
Maybe then I’d be more whole.
But it would only be a matter of time until death took its toll.
So what’s with the people who pretend to care?
I don’t need anything fake, it just clouds the air.
Meaningless encounters might be my fate.
I guess I’ll just never escape all of my naive mistakes.

This sequence is tiring.
Everyone's lying.
I'm stuck in hiding,
They won't stop denying,
That all of this is truly my fault.
But everything they say is coated in salt.
I guess i'm doomed by default.
It's only a matter of time till i finally fall.
But i'm stuck at rock bottom,
How much farther can i sink?
I don't know where i'm headed,
But this all happened in a blink.
So why won't they just leave me to suffer without their ******* nonsense.
I have nothing and it's clear so there's no way i'll find where the love is.
So as i wait to find my own saving grace.
I'll keep pulling my corpse through this as i try to wear a smile on my face.

When you have no hope, and everyone's been waiting for you to choke, death is only a salvation if you're at the end of the road.
I've been trapped for too long, there's no comfort in songs or dreams.
Everyone keeps their wrong judgment and behaviour going so it's always my life falling apart at the seams.
None of this makes any sense, so i guess it doesn't matter what anyone thinks it means.
You don't torture someone their entire existence and expect them to see what your sadistic bigotry seems to be.
But when you're stuck in a hell hole it doesn't matter what's next.
Because all of you people's planning and pre determination makes me wish me and my consciousness would just ******* drop dead.
So ******* all to burn, you all took any feeling and logic that could ever unfurl.
I'm a shard of what you people decided i am. There's no part of me that i can see i ever was. There's no part of who i am left, just your despicable plan to leave me in the dust.
I don't get your petty mind games and need for control.
**** your parasitic army, there is nothing but your chaotic web of lies to unfold.

maybe I thought he was a breath of fresher air.
call me what you want, but you're the biggest liar and hypocrite. can you even muster up the feelings to care?
I admit I'm not the smartest but it's possible to be trapped in melancholy and despair.
maybe that's why I'm more boring than wallpaper or a chair.
but at least I don't have the kind of decieving heart, that gives you what you need until all of your life falls apart.
I don't have it in me to lie if I care. and if I never did, then you were never there.
so in light of whatever the past was, I'll just forget the time we spent because it's clear that it was just a facade.
try to seem bigger by writing a page of text, and when I try to respond you've just up and left.
I guess you could say it was good while it lasted, but the way my life's been unfolding I'll be lucky to end up in a merciless casket.
so **** them all and ******* too.
it's no wonder you just disappeared because apparently even time spent with you is misconstrued.

To the blade will I succumb?
At least I no longer feel numb.
Most times uncomfortable in my own skin.
Is there a way to let love win?
It’s tiring not usually being who you are.
But it seems I’m becoming more me, is there hope to reach the stars?
What’s next in this mess I call life?
At least I’m feeling less strife.
If only I could feel effervescent.
But things change and I feel I might be losing some recollection.
So as I try to find the right direction,
I’ll hope I can stand my own reflection.
And maybe find someone to breathe some meaning into my life.
Because without love I’ll always lead back to the knife.

Plagued by the images in my head.
**** them all I’d rather be dead.
Their conniving game turned me into someone with little acceptance.
Now I’m left waiting for my death bed.
I’m losing respect for almost everyone I’ve encountered.
Slowly turning into a monster.
Why did they take it this far?
Just let me tear open my scars.
Because there’s no way in hell they’ll stop tearing me apart.

Are things looking up?
Or is it all deceiving?
Where did my feelings go?
I guess they’ll always be fleeting.
Where can I go to find more hope?
I’m not sure I know and I can’t let go.
So what’s next in this chapter of my life?
Whatever happens, I just hope I can get rid of this strife.

Left for dead.
Get the **** out of my head.
The feelings I had were mine.
But now I’m stuck drifting through your made up disguises.
What’s the point of keeping me here if everything I am is something you’re stuck hiding?
I’m losing my ******* mind.
And I can’t stop thinking about my lack of time.
So I guess I’ll never appreciate the sun shine.
Because nothing that’s going on leads to anything other than my demise.

Blackened hues, so misconstrued.
There’s always been hope for you.
You just need to find your shoes.
I’m sorry too.
This feels like hell.
I’m nothing but a shell.
I hope you don’t dwell as you try to live a better life as well.
As I try to get out of this spell.

Hate is emanating from my distrust.
I guess it's safe to say i've had enough.
I can't overcome all of their bluffs.
So why do they keep lying?
All of this is so one sided.
How many people will suffer before they're satisfied?
I hope it's not just me who notices that they're ruining the quality of life.
But i guess if i'm the odd one out, that's why i'm filled with so much doubt.
I guess time will tell if it'll just be my demise or some way out.
I just wish i could leave and not have any of this petty fuckery to worry about.

The distortion never ends.
Too violated to mend.
I’d reverse castrate you for the disgust.
Why am I so stupid it’s clear my life is filled with distrust.
So as I think about drilling through your eyeball, I’ll think about how I wish you’d just end it all.
Leave me the **** alone and stop using me as your puppet.
But you’ve been doing this my whole existence, why do you love it?
Maybe one day I’ll off you myself.
But until then I’ll try not to mutilate myself from this petty disgusting hell.

Why do I always get cast out on my own?Everything of value got ****** away, maybe that’s why I can’t find my way home. I just wish I didn’t have to spend so much time alone. But now all I’m left with is an empty heart made of stone.

How do I get out of this mess?
And regain whatever feelings were mine in my chest?
The masquerade is like an army filled with hate.
Why the **** did they take it this far? There’s no way to escape.
I let them turn me into a person I swore I’d never be.
What drives people to try to lead someone into insanity?
So as I hope that I’ll break free and never return.
I’ll just watch in the distance as I hope they all burn.

My life got ripped away from the fibres of my being.
No soul.
No home.
All that’s left are broken bones.
And I’m always left on my own.
How do I put some colour into my bleak world?
Will there ever be hope for something beautiful to unfurl?
I guess while I try to put stars in the sky I’ll try not to hide because fearing my demise is a waste of time. But I feel like nothing will ever be mine.
If only for once something could work out before I’m at the end of the line.

The days pass by and it seems like it’s turning to a brighter hue.
Maybe now things will get less misconstrued.
I guess I’m getting more of an idea of what to do, and it seems like I’m beginning to find my shoes.
So now all I can do is pick myself up and continue.
But I feel like a mess, and never really feel the heart beating in my chest.
Is there hope to find meaning and be done with the stress?
So I guess time will tell me what to do next.

Sick of the *******, and the endless petty lies.
Sick of you people dictating my life, and trying to choose when i die.
All of this is such a disgrace.
I will probably never again wear a genuine smile on my face.

When everything always seems to leave.
What do you do to change the world you perceive?
Is there somewhere I could go with a little more hope?
I feel like by the end of this there will be a noose around my throat.
But I want to try to make this life count.
A change in the rhythm, maybe another sound.
So how can I live the life I’ve always dreamed of?
Something tells me I’m not enough.
So as I try to change things for the better, I’ll try to put together different letters and hope that in the future I’m more put together.

This sickness is killing me.
Why can’t this just be a bad dream?
The aching is setting in, and I’m starting to drown.
I’ve been lost for so long, will I ever be found?
It feels like I’m hidden in the depths of the ocean.
Never catching my breath, struggling to be me.
Who am I?
Can I get myself back?
There are far too many things that I lack.
So while I try to keep up with the sun,
I’ll appreciate the stars that still shine in darkness.
And try not to feel so heartless.

Snaking your way into my head.
There's no way to get out of you people's hellbent plan.
There's also no part of me inside.
So ******* all and your petty army of belligerent parasitic flies.

So much fuckery I just want to scream.
Why can’t all of this be just a bad dream?
My life for too long has been falling apart at the seams.
And I still can’t figure out what all of this means.
What kind of people leave someone so crippled in life?
It’s just a continuous struggle that’s just a ripple of strife.
I can’t even make anything of my contradicting life.
Because all anyone does is lead me to the knife.

The web they keep spinning never had any meaning.
It's all of their lies that makes it more deceiving.
Survival of the fittest makes no sense.
Stop ruining people's lives and deciding their deaths.
I've been wondering why they never give it a rest.
But they're all so entitled to what other people posess.
So as i wonder why they've all always wanted me dead.
I'll wonder more about why i've always been trapped by them and why it's not their turn to pay the toll of their deaths.