#lyrisist

Sick

Sick

Sick

Enraged

Of living in this motherfucking bedlam

No remorse for the weak, the strong, or a single entity

Based on the foundation of fragile enmacipation

Step over my siblings as long as I get the so longed hierarchy

And this my friend is the greatest lie

We don't work for a living

For we all are about to expire

Throw us back to the nature

Expendable, our flesh is nothing but Waste and failure

Mad world

Mad life

I offer thee my flesh, blood and lamb

Bad call

Bad time

To waste our faith in this motherfucking bedlam

See in their eyes the sorrow

The capabilty to tell what's going to come tomorrow

A self inflected pain to relief the stress

Drugs injected through our narrow veins

Can't hold it back no more

It is this place what I truly abhor

Where it is easier to get raped than caught

Where it is easier to laugh than bring hope

Mad world

Mad life

I blame their god, their spirit and lamb

Bad call

Bad time

There's no turning back from this motherfucking bedlam

A place for the fallen

Where reality is bendable if you know what to offer

Surely none of you feel this way

We've been programmed to offer zero resistance

But deep inside we all know

There's something messed up in this world

Mad love

Mad crimes

Hate is not a sin but a scam

Bad hope

Bad signs

Someone will

- fuck with the words you write

- adore your brush strokes

- bop to your sound

- be amazed by your highlight