Cannot get a grip.
Living in a distant unconcerned cycle of s**t.
The rats are closing in, while the flesh crumbles just
beneath the skin,
Without trust, fear consumes the mind, without trust,
Fear consumes the mind, how can I trust you,
When you
can't even trust yourself,
You get all high and think everybody is talking s**t,
You grab a gun or a knife and all you want to do is
kill,
A genius of manipulation and extremely paranoid,
Writhing in all its sickness.
Weak and feeble minded, a substance turns
into a way of life,
You choose to run from your demons and hide,
You will not go without and nothing will suffice,
You're lying
to yourself I can see it in your eyes,
Secluded out of touch by avoiding mankind,
You've done this to yourself, you've sacrificed
your mind.
Bleeding for another day.
Scratch the flesh away, hanging by a thread that's unraveling at both ends,
Search for metal
bliss that's leading to the emptiness.
God of sorted nothing, release my pain slowly,
I ask no more questions you give worthless
answers,
Pale and bleeding dying lifeless, will for give me for my weakness.
Found dead lying on the floor immersed in
vomit,
Eyes glaze over a powder white enigma liquefied in a feeding utensil,
Hatred surged to the extreme of paranoia and I can't
kill no more,
Feel no more you will learn to trust fear,
Genus of manipulation extremely paranoid,
Writhe in all your
sickness.
All the lives you've destroyed!
