...Why can’t I quit this? It's such a rocky slate...

 

I’m positive it’ll stop me from the grips of my temptate.

Isolation for myself; pushing away from all the others.

Distraught pain without them is what’s being discovered.

Because it’s so lonely as friends and memories pass.

It’s not possible to grab something rushing by that fast.

Clipping and sorting recorded moments like a movie director.

None of this is reading correctly like a broken metal detector.

I can’t depict what reality is; though my naïve beliefs grow lesser.

Trust and optimism failed me, so just give me a refresher.

If only someone had said “Evil waits behind any smiling face.”

I wouldn’t be figuring this out now, and not last place in the race.

 

...Why can’t I quit this? The cruel nature demonstrates...

 

There’s endless stress in fooling yourself things will someday change.

So stop letting controlling bastards run any part of you.

Don’t let anything convince you there's not a thing you can do.

It’s a mistake I’ve taken for the denial of my self-worth.

I’m here for something besides getting treated like dirt.

Stronger than I’ve ever been before; I’ll spare you the hurt.

Playing with another’s life for kicks makes you better left at birth.

God doesn't exist and I'm able to prove this fun little fact.

If so, then you'd be a vegetable in the hospital with a failed intestinal tract.

See the problem is when you poke your dirty fingers into our brain.

You're the only thing we react on when we finally reach insane.

Ticking & Ticking, pain turns to anger from your poor, schemy attempts.

Stirred up emotions by your "show of kindness" concocts wet cement.

Eventually your manipulations and twisting words won't be useful anymore.

Feel the pain of insecure helplessness as reality binds you to the floor.

 

…Why Can’t I Quit This? I’ll Tell You Why I Can’t Quit This!...

 

All day people such as yourself deserve to clean up our shit.

Digging trenches, no benches to sit. A huge asshole body pit.

Scrubbing and shoving sewer waste of years passed, then to come.

We’ll forget you exist. Probably eat your fist. Drown with the fish.

None of you will ever become free and “civil” society’s already grown numb.

I won’t though; I’ll be making all the plans for your “shitty” day, every day.

I’m in the trees, picking my prey. You probably crawling on your knees.

Bright day. No sign of foul play. Not until you hear the wakeful crack of my evil AK spray!

We want those bodies to be strung, hung and displayed from every tree.

Just so you all understand what happens when you mess with people like me.

Can you cope? Its no joke. I'll push and poke ya. Until I broke ya. Rinse and Soap ya.

Kindle and stoke ya, start a fire and roast ya until the rest start doing things to you they're not suppose ta.

Everyday we will do this, until all of you are gone. I know it’s kinda wrong. But now I've got your gun

Cat got your tongue? I suggest you run. Cause man this idea could be a lot of fun. Too bad all of that's dung.

I think I hear the click of a seventy-five round drum. Well, we’re locked and loaded. All guns Slung.

Oh yeah, I think we’ll have to refer to them as shit-stained scum. Hey men, before I forget; don’t stop shooting until everyone’s done. We’ll meet back here once it's dark and the skies show no more sun.

 

…I Just Can’t Quit This, Finally It’s Become The Time For The Winner To Be Me…

 But hey, don't say "We didn't get you anything." That's not true at all you see.

Living in a fecal trench, full of blood and pee. It's where i hear scum love to be.

Collect their teeth. Cut off their feet. String them up and wrap them around the tree

I know there’s more out there unable to be seen. Sun’s down now, round up the team…..