Your the f*cking reason why people kill them selves you f*cking piece of shit
What a spectacle I have become
Why don't you put the gun to your own f*cking head.
In which I can never run
Dug my grave and here I shall stay
For the rest of my darkest days
I have emerged and become
Stronger in a place I do not belong
Tried so hard when the pieces don't fit
Now look what I have become
I am at the dawn of a new creation
I am the hate in which you've created
It's this voice that creates this noise
That just wants to be hated
Not Hated
Look Up, now wake up and realize
Just realize whats being stated
Ignorance this indulgent pig
Now look what you have created