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,
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
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,
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
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
Pale and bleeding dying lifeless, will for give me for my weakness.
Found dead lying on the floor immersed in
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
All the lives you've destroyed!