Listening to my music,
I know I'm different...
Why did you lie to me
Why did you had joy in what you did...
What is the meaning of life?
People are put on this earth to so call live...
Im getting so sick of this town,
waking up every morning to the same sun...
Sick of being chased by the shaddows
sick of it all...
It's been a long time and there's a lot of dead...
Though through the burning, I've learned...
I've been waiting for the skies to turn dark.
The night will mask my heinous intents...
I'll not be eating this away
to try at all creates dismay...
Life is so colorful
Yet darkness is all you see...
I am mother earth...
I do provide people's wealth...
Killer Instinct...
Manipulation...