It seems as thought the days just pass, what is it I miss about calamity?
The torment inside me will always last, but it’s forged total serendipity.
What is the conflict, I am the strongest,
now that I’m older and far more mature.
I cannot sleep at night, my soul has lost the fight,
with disillusioned sight, what gives you the right?
Is this where I’m at? Is that what I have to do?
Do you see my scars? No because they are locked away.
I can’t live normally, I slit my throat to sleep.
I need to find escape to reinstate my ways.
I know my days are set, and all my actions weak.
Why should I save myself, when everything is bleak?
Do you understand? What I am trying to say.
That if it wasn’t for all of you, my existence would be enslaved.
Is this where I’m at? Is that what I have to do?
Do you see my scars? No because they are locked away
Fuck your democracy, fuck all your therapy,
fuck your indecency, and your hypocrisy.
Fuck all the people, fuck all the world,
fuck all the hatred, just live unfurled.
Guns don’t kill people, I kill people.
Fuck all your justice, fuck all you selfless pricks,
Fuck you decisions, as your face meets this brick.
Is this where I’m at? Is that what I have to do?
Do you see my scars? No because they are locked away.
Locked away, locked away, locked away.