Chapitre 3: hypocrites blasphemy and hate
you think you can relate.
we all have our own hate.
its myself I fight restless,
wishing it could end.
don't care where I'll be,
still see you there.
I'm not jesus.
never said I was.
it was your own thoughts that made you done,
no one told you to be nosy
only I can see what bothers me,
what causes me to stop me from breathing right.
telling me there's no point to fight.
we all meet our end .
madness till we run out of time to spend.
our days,
the chips are counted , can you go ALL IN,
can you punch yourself with ghost blows to to the face
feeling like a discrace,
not even your own mother answering at all.
not even expecting a call back ever.
already pulled the lever,
didnt thinking i was clever,
i told you i was broken.
still sending legions after me. still can see the shadows of the day.
I'll try to make them
pay, at least then I could pass her to on.
for her to learn TRUE SONGS.
not the corrupt nature of this world that already is.
not your monopolization, of our seed for you GREED, while you get bloated , act like you work hard for a bronze or a tan yet you look like FLAN
A Human, with 2 choices to make DRIVE OR DROWN with a smile or a frown. just rip my face detatch my nerves, feed me to the birds
return me to the earth.
I never wished for them to give me birth.
LEAVE ME ALONE .
IN the VOID
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone