I feel like shit
And I'm so goddam sick of it
Break through these mortal stomping grounds
Transcend and all that's lost is found
Highs reveal the lows
I'm revealed (slow)
I look like shit
And you enforce the slightest hint
I left the scene again, to isolate myself
Illegal only if you chose to be the snitch
I wanted something more than bland exhausting grind
But nothing takes me far I need to give a shit
We walk together down the pasts of paths traversed
And when the fun is lost I'm tossed: you call it quits
Abandoned wasn't what I'd use to call myself
Thanks to this damn disease my mind is shit
Left of center can I ask for help?
A Right of passage for my loosened belt
'Cus if I don't care for myself
Then who's going to keep my ass in check
It's pain and it's harm filled with shame for my cause, I'm the
Evil I hate; demon planes are my fate
It's growing shrinking all is cyclic
I am shit
No one gives a shit about you