I am drowning in an empty pool of distress
contemplating the outcome of that, I will address
to the common man, this probably makes no sense
but the winter is freezing cold and I've become intense
in my flesh, I am weaker than simple humanity
a society built by madmen creates bribed sobriety
but a bottomless pit of melted wax is all that I can touch
I wish this fear I captured would just filter in my crutch
pressure; I don't even know where I'm going
all I am sure of, is that my pathetic life is slowing
I am constantly pulled down by the hollow presence
of all my distinguished, yet sure-failed attempts
to not lose my patience or my own willpower
the decaying air I breathe and a shredded wallflower
I am and always will be without the promised "you"
I am dead to "you all", so I bring "old" to all the "new"
any of the things that are pettier than just nothing
turning them into my version of Gollum's precious ring
I really don't want to play alone, anymore with "me"
I hate myself, I hate "you", and nothing is real, see
No, of couse you can't, because the minority of the blind
are more than just a few, yet you are all one of a kind
we all share the same amounts of grudge and guilt
the same anger, and the same feelings that wilt
at the drop of a tear, we all fall down and we cry
nothing struggling to show for, but our own massive lie
we still believe we are going to somehow recover
but the dreaded darkness continues to hover
waiting for the moon to become blackened
just to attack us, at that single, given moment
when it's too late, and instantly we are gone
for the tears flowing earlier were not enough fun
for the crowds - not enough entertainment
just a stamped label of crime and punishment
I'd like to take my fist and bust through the glass
of the clownish window in which you drive past
in all of your shiny cars, glazed into false perfection
money, caviar, wine, and then supposed self-reflection?
you are nothing to me, but a fake plastic "whore"
so why do you take pieces of me, more and more?
why pretend to care, like you have an answer?
is their something you can do to save "her"?
I mean me, not some object you insult and grin at
while I'm trying to sleep, you just laugh and get fat
fat with unwholesome ideals of superiority
and I am that person who spits on your "conformity"
a secret society, a poisoned autumn season
just give me a minute, and I'll give you a reason
to take what you get, and shove it into your skin
for a change, I would like to carve out my bare sin
and place my stupid emotions within a steel cage
for I am bound and tied down by this strange rage
yes, I am angry, I have stated time and again
please, take this away from me and cure my pain
let me live a life that is not a heartless "ghetto-poor"
I want to have enough just so I can support
my family is suffering enough because of me
I am drowning all of us together indeed
I want to erase myself definitely, for a burden I am
and this life has turned into nothing but a sham
I feel like a waste of space, and I am lonely
no cure, and I continue to lose what was once me
I am no one, a nothing, a zero, an empty spirit
no desire to go on, and I think this is it
one day I will be dead, and I guess that's all
this is not a threat, yet a matter of a last call
I am so angry, I could burst into a million flames
this panther I've shapeshifted into is untamed
if only I had the strength to move forward
I would rip apart those nailing me to this board
I am crucifying myself, and withering my soul
I am entering the hunger of the mouth of the reaper's hole
I am swallowed by the rain, the flames, and the splinters
with a mind as frozen as mine, it can burn up a perfect winter