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 ofthe 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 thisdividedstatewont help us
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