�������������� Demented ways, fueled by selfless addiction.
�������������� Crazed what he says, set in a demonic demention.
���������������Crawling around and looking up, looking to pull me down in a sick level.
������������� I resist and get there blank stare, all that I gave them was another devil.
������������ Brocken and weiry, there was a realizion of some other fear.
������������� Someone that was above us all, feeling of a rain drop or tear.
������������� It was them all as one, as part of�the rooms only left attempts at feeling.
������������� I guess we see others, worse off helps them in dealing.
�������������� Its all hell you create, you'll keep building it, and even others will praticipate.
������������� Its all a cycle, were theres only love and hate.
���������������Were all going nowhere but to one another, to spread our emotion.
�������������� To get out revenge, to spread our devotion.
��������������� It all for the sense we crave, and what we'll do� not to be the only one.
����������������Show others we dont like what it means,�to have the only self hell grown.
����������������So we got this division of self, and a peice of hell was given to our divided one.
��������������� To live beside one another, knowing that even this��divided�state�wont help us