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.

Why can’t I run away in my dreams?
When I wake up it’s never as it seems.
How can you tell the difference between reality and dreams?
Waking up in strange places and your life is falling apart at the seams.
I still can’t fathom what life means.
But I’m still going the distance being pushed back by my unsteady feet.

The sadists never stop in their ignorance and hate.
There has never been a way to escape or change my untimely merciless fate.
Maybe it doesn't seem untimely but when they're always at your throat, there's never room to compromise, just stupid ultimatums until it's my time to go.
Every time i'm here, everything's the same. Just sadistic ignorance and giving me all of the blame.
I don't know or remember how all of this started. But it's one sided and pretty heartless.
There are no answers, only lies. And mostly everyone just changing their disguise.
There was never any cure to calm the tides.
Every time i live, they're always planning my demise.

Life is lacking, and not in time.
It's despicable eyes telling senseless lies.
If there were a way i'd sever all ties.
But there's not much hope when it's all about your own demise.
So what was the point of coming back time and time again?
It's the entitled, power tripping minds ruining the same lives over again.
Why is it always their parasitic disease? Spreading hate at all costs, even when you try to leave.
Can i ever get away from this senseless charade?
******* all to hell, this isn't life. It's your petty, senseless and parasitic game.

Why **** out any beauty life could hold?
You people aren’t cold, but you all fit into your parasitic mould.
There’s no good that could ever come out of any of you peoples ignorant plans.
All you people care about is “winning” and giving people impossible hands.
So as I try to ignore this petty belligerent cycle, I’ll hope you all rot for all of your orchestrated plans because this isn’t ******* denial.

I want to tear open my chest and see if my hearts still beating.
Split open my limbs and see if I can keep breathing.
But I can’t see any of this me conceiving.
The end is nigh and I’ll probably be left broken and bleeding.
So as I drag this corpse of whoever I am now through the final stakes.
I’ll say one last ******* because all there ever is is hate.

the conspiracy is growing. my merciless life and fate is unfolding.
I'll never give in because it's me against you people and all of your sins.
I don't care that I can't win. because winning seems so counterproductive.
why is life a contradictory competition but somehow all of you love it?
if there were a way I could leave id be gone without a trace. but you people keep this ******* going and I'm stuck trapped in a ******* cage.
this is just a demented race. to try to get what you people want and ruin everything in your way.
there's no hope for a better day. because this is a pointless game. and you people never stop it's just more lies and games to have everything your way.
when the greedy and conniving never give it a rest, will there ever be hope to get out of their orchestrated mess?
beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but there's no value anywhere in sight. it's just these bigots and their lies.
why keep wearing a disguise? why do you people enjoy ripping apart people's lives to bring their demise?
I'm done with being you people's ******* puppet. but I can't cut the ropes and I can't rise above it.
all of you people watch my every breath.
if I could escape, I think I could do away with the stress.
but I'm sick of all of you who won't get out of my head. I hope that day comes when the lead takes your final breath.
but that would be too easy, for the lifetime of torment.
I guess I'll have to find another way because you're all too ignorant to let this lie dormant.

Nearing the final page, but I know I don’t want it to be the end of my days.
Why can’t I find it in me to breathe again?
Maybe I’m trapped in a cycle of too much torment.
If only I could break free and somehow all of this could lie dormant.
But my existence is a hoax, and I’m in the middle of the crossfire.
It makes me wonder how long these people have wanted my time to expire.
So while I try to untangle the mess in my mind, I’ll try to make the best of this minuscule amount of time.
Maybe in the meantime I can appreciate the sunshine.
But something tells me I’ll continue to suffer until I reach my intolerable demise.

Life is too petty, everything has no value.
Where's the meaning? Nothing makes sense.
Life would be better if all of these ******* just dropped dead.

Maybe some people look into the sides wrong.
Life isn’t something to string people along.
Why put the blame on others when something goes wrong.
And when things don’t work out in your favour why is causing harm the tune you sing along?
I may not have all the answers but I try to help.
Even when my karma causes me to dwell.
I’m not sure if I’m just a shell, but you can’t put peoples lives in the palms of your hands just to put them through a constant hell.

Get out of my head you parasitic *****.
Isn't it clear i've had enough?
No one gives people space.
Life is a disgrace.
Wipe your **** eating grins off your face, everything is so ******* petty and disgusting. It's just your sadistic needs you keep running.
So as i wish i could just drop dead, i'll try not to think about what you'd all look like without your heads.
Because none of you get out of mine so i guess everyone involved is better off dead, no less.

No torture could satisfy the thirst.
To torment you people for making this life the worst.
Every time before I was never in denial, I don’t know your lies but I was only a child.
To get even would be to **** you to the worst layer of hell.
Rotting and burning with no way out.
Feeling agonizing pain for the rest of eternity.
Is this why you keep me oblivious?
Because I can no longer fathom any peace life could ever bring.
So as I try to get used to the sting that the rest of my life will hold,
I’ll try not to think about my brutal death that you’re all dying to unfold.
So **** the ones who keep the lies going.
The world if not the universe is ****** and I have no desire to keep going.
I guess I know these people will never get What’s coming, because they put it onto others because they’ll never stop bluffing.
So as “evil” takes over I won’t care if it’s hell on earth, I don’t get why you want that but I hope whatever happens to you hurts worse.

Death is lingering and no salvation seems to be in sight.
The days are blurring and getting too hard to bear and i can't seem to sleep at night.
The pettiness is growing, there's some fear i'm holding, for those i care about the pain keeps growing, and i don't know how to fix what's unfolding.
So how do i save myself or the ones i love?
It's heartbreaking to witness and something the ignorant sadists can't get enough of.
I don't know why life unfolds in despicable ways, there are too many problems and too much that needs to change.
But the power hungry won't stop and it makes no sense.
Even when things get out of hand they're all still blinded and hell bent.

How far will people get before the stakes are too high?
Is it only me fearing my demise?
I don’t know if it’s just me but things seem catastrophic.
**** the masquerade, why do they love this?
How many people will they **** over before things get too dire?
**** my time here people are such ******* liars.
Before things got too contorted and distorted, I wanted to see the beauty in the world. But no one else seemed to be for it.
So as I watch my life crash before my eyes, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess and figure out all of their lies.
I’ll hope that the ones who stay in my life aren’t wearing a disguise.
Because no one seems true and I barely even care about my demise.

It's hard to see what people want you to believe as reality.
It's not secrets, it's lies. Everything masked in a different disguise.
And if you don't comply to what they want to be true, they decide it's time for you to change your shoes, but life still stays misconstrued.
So why continue in this orchestrated web?
It only happens if they plan what's next.
So where's the beauty of wonder in finding out your life, not changing your mask and ending up with too much negativity and strife?
I don't think it ever mattered which "side" you were on.
Because if the sadists don't agree you're the next to be gone.
So excuse me for saying that you people have it wrong.
If this is how "life works" there's no meaning left, everyone's just strung along.

falling further down the staggering *****.
nothing left, nowhere to go.
I've lost any chance to find my own place to call home.
but everything's lost and my true feelings never show.
so as I try to understand how the choas started, I'll try to figure out how I'm not broken hearted.
I guess my fate is up to my merciless demise.
and how I never fully thought about my lack of time.

Life is like a petty ******* game, and it’s driving me insane.
I don’t know why it has to be like this.
But to never return is my only wish.
I don’t get how people can do such horrendous things.
Playing on the weak and there’s no peace it brings.
So what’s with all of these given disorders?
I’m lost and I don’t care to be found I’m just trapped in a corner.
So how did things end up like this?
I don’t care anymore I’m just trapped in remiss.

I could tie you all up one by one, but there isn't enough suffering I could cause to properly get the job done.
not even a diamond saw could let me torture you enough. not enough blood, not enough guts. even blistering your skin with a blow torch would even let me overcome.
so as the days pass by and I wish I could slaughter you all, I'll hope sometime soon you ***** all fall.
but the only way that would ever suffice is to rip out your organs through your mouth and your belly button for making my existence more than a hellish bad dream always leading to my merciless demise.

The shots never cease.
I’m always burning from within.
Why didn’t I just not panic and let the sadness win.
I guess if you’re hopeless for too long nothing will ever be right.
But it doesn’t matter when it’s you against the mass and you can’t sleep through the night.
Why do I care so much about ounces of hope that come and go?
I guess that’s what happens when you’re always alone.
So as I try not to let them further damage my spirit, I’ll keep trying to be strong but death I still fear it.
I guess I’m nearing the final page, I guess it was always too late. If only I wasn’t so stupid and made such grave mistakes.

Find me by the ocean.
Let’s love away the pain.
No need for all these games.
Being so alone is driving me insane.
Will we get lost gazing at the stars?
Or do I not have enough heart?
I ache to love the way I wish to be loved.
And feel the stardust from above.
So will I find my someday?
Or will I succumb to the pain?
I guess time will tell, until then I’ll be stuck in the rain.

I just want to feel with all of my heart.
But my life has been stolen from me, and I’ve been taken apart.
How do you live when you’re mostly numb?
Most days I feel like a sociopath, how will I overcome?
Some days the feeling comes creeping back in, but I miss the flood when I would just take it all in.
How do I find it in me to grow?
Do I have any hope?
So as I keep my throat away from the rope,
I’ll try not to fall down this slippery *****.

How do you live your life if you fear what hides in the shadows?
How do you get by when the days just start to melt together?
How do you make something of yourself when you're stuck in a downwards spiral?
Maybe one day you'll find some answers, but you can't live if you're stuck in a daze.
Maybe it's not a daze, but more so a series of orchestrated events.
Maybe you need to learn how to feel the heart beating in your chest.
But until you learn how to feel like you once did before you got taken apart, you need to try to make a new start.
And try to deal with these unpleasantly distressing cards.
As you hope and try to get back all of your lost heart.

I’m getting sick of dragging my corpse around.
I tried to find another sound.
But everything’s been crashing down, and I don’t even want anyone around.
So how do I breathe some life into my soul?
I’m so ******* tired and this is getting so old.
If I could I’d be the light and try to live life right.
But the horizon is out of sight, and it’s hard to make it through the night.

I guess I’ll never really feel at home.
Because my heart too often turns to stone.
It’s nice sometimes to not feel so alone.
But with the waning of the moon I’m running out of places to go.
So why do I always end up with hope?
I know there’s nothing for me in this life, but I can’t find a path on this staggering road.
So until I find a better way to go, I guess I’ll always be leaving because alone is what I know.

Manipulating lives, ignorance in disguise.
What is with all the fuckery?
I think I’m gunna end up losing my sanity.
Why do people care so much about vanity?
I’m slowly becoming more me.
But there will never be a key.
It doesn’t bother me now.
So I’ll try to stay as sane as possible as I try not to take the final bow.

Can’t escape being toyed with.
Why is everything in such remiss?
Will I ever feel bliss?
Everything is coming together and falling apart I can’t live like this.
So how do I get past these burdens they keep throwing my way?
It doesn’t make it easy when no one ever stays.
How can you live a life alone with only the bottle and these words?
I don’t know why but somehow it doesn’t really hurt.
I guess I need to find a little more self worth.
Before things get worse and I’m dragged in the dirt.

I want to be set free.
Is there hope to find a key?
I guess I don’t have to worry about losing my sanity.
But I’ve been trying for so long, why can’t I be me?
So as I wait to witness the beauty of the world shine, I’ll hope I don’t run out of time.
And maybe I’ll be lucky enough to call someone mine.
But until I can melt my heart of stone I guess I’m stuck frozen in time.

There's little to no way out.
This isn't doubt.
I'm trapped in you people's petty lies.
Everyone always keeps their disguise.
But when they show their true colours, it's just a disgrace.
No wonder why you people hide your true face.
Why keep me with your given disorders?
You people ruined life itself, there is absolutely no order.
So as i try to get out of the mess you people call "life".
I'll wonder why i can't succumb to the knife.
Because all you people do is bring strife, and plan for people to suffer and not survive.

As the moon waxes and wanes, I find I’m still astray.
Death seems like the only salvation. But I don’t want it to be this way.
So as I try to find a light, I’ll try to make it through the night.
But the stars don’t seem to shine as bright.
So I guess that’s why nothing ever feels right.

Thanks for dragging me into your petty ******* games.
Torturing me as a child and driving me insane.
Why **** someone when they can’t fathom what you’re doing?
Why am I in the middle of this chaotic web, and my time too soon always expires?
I don’t get why you did this and there was never a reason.
Just because you want to put life in the palms of your hands, **** your lies and all of your plans.
How many people will suffer before people realize that you should all burn?
I’d get a sledgehammer and start with your heads.
Saw your chest open and rip out your heart because you leave me crippled in your ****** up mess.
But none of this would ever suffice.
You all deserve to rot and burn, for playing karma and never changing the tides.
But look at that, you all end up fine every single time.
**** your alliance and get grinded to shreds.
This has gone on for too long and the only thing that makes sense is sawing off your heads.

So much hate, so many lies.
Why do most people still wear a disguise?
I can’t tell if I should run, or hide.
But I can’t tell whose on my side.
I chose a lonely path.
There’s nothing here for me, no hope to last.
So I guess I’ll just keep fighting till my last breath.
I guess I’ll just try to distract myself from my untimely death.

Losing my mind.
Is there any hope to regain my sanity?
There is no value inside this rib cage,
And all of life seems to be staged.
I try to break free, but the problem is always me.
There will never be a key.
If only I could see that this life just wasn’t meant for me.