You think life is a game and
things can go right for you
when eber you feel like it , you
never question why i feel so good.
What a life this is , the pain is just
an insane rush to my head my thoughts
are a blurr as i laugh out loud , hate
is what i hunger for , the lust for pain
keeps me going.
Nothing is held back as rage feels
my body , this game you play is so
deadly yet you want ever die because
the love of it all keeps you going.
The sickness courses through my
veins all i can do is purge the anger
and thrive on the desire for hate ,
it fules me in ways nothing else does.