Misfortune

This should be played in high volume
Preferably in a residential area
Hate is all I feel
No love, nothing’s real
Hate is all I feel
No love, nothing’s real
Hate is all I feel
No love, nothing’s real
Hate is all I feel
No love, nothing’s real
My subconscious has rotted
My whole life feels toxic
I’m left in silence to dwell, and to sink
To be born again, or to die a fink
My story is played out, my feelings are dry
I embarrass myself every time I try
I bleed hypocrisy, and drown in loathing
As my mind collapses
I see my life unfolding