Belong

The unfeeling subconscious
Will make my final conscious decision
To alleviate my last ounce of sympathy
Everyone is the same once they sin
The blood which drips down my left wrist is a justification
The thoughts of the unadulterated masses is pure shit
The hypocrisy is a tool which proves your weakness
The meaning of my fatigue
The wound is still fresh
I view the world through a prism
Of my own blood and hatred
I wish to hone a shard of glass
And tear through your fucking face
I hope deceit teaches you an eternal pain — just die
Let me embrace everything alone
So I can finally rest in peace