Some space for wine

I watch my life unfold into a series of acting practices,
visions of my devolving self put me in a state of disgust,
I'm changing my ways so as to fit into normality's ranges,
but my dying heart dwells into death, as all becomes dust.

I'm done with acting, will be myself, watch you reacting,
and I'll devour your hearts if you laugh at the difference,
I'd use all i have to make you believe you aint living,
and I'll hate love, and I'll hate you, merry christmas.