Another empty day in this plastic hell,
Devoid existence just another commodity to sell.
Suistained as a stain,
Isolated decay,
Empty before being drained.
You think yr all so fucking different,
Think yr all the same,
The only thing thats different are yr names.
You think yr all so fucking different,
Think yr all the same,
The only thing thats different are yr names.
Feel the pain in my veins, sorrow in bones
covered in blood, Lost Shadow of self,
Nothing is left, accept my death,
I walk alone,
Never atone for all my mistakes,
Fucking hate life,
Solution is the knife.
Shallow fake culture, consumed cars, money and clothes,
Who is the real enemy? We must take from our foes.
Consumeristic filth dosent say who you are
Look at what this fucked system has got us so far.
Another night without sleep,
nothingness reberberating,
what fucking ecstacy.
A steady decline,
assimilation into what you despise,
losing hope as the rope burns around yr throat.
Isolated from each other. (Isolated from our selves)
Never end the torment. (Self lost in it all)
Lost in the madness.
Pieces will fall.
Ignore the violence underneath,
So called civilized soceity,
As words lose their meaning,
This sigh feels more like a stifled scream.
Pent up frustration,
wrought from dissapointment and degredation,
elation only in sedation.
Perpetual march unto death,
Every moment another step,
Lose all hope as the rope burns around yr throat.
Another empty day in this plastic hell,
Souless mind is numbing,
Worlds a barless cell,
Forced to bleed and dry just to feel alive,
Slowly wait for death,
No future.
Nothing left.