[Verse 1:]
I stare out the window
Thinking about freedom

No innuendos
Dwelling on this region
This corrupted place

Leaves no trace
When people want to act silly
They want to erase

I just want to be a friend
A friend who is real
Up until the end

You know the deal
Separation situations
Evading me quick

What's the declaration?
Besides being sick?
In the head

It's like I am dead
And I don't exist
I couldn't resist

But to ask a little twist
Do you get the gist
Of what I'm saying

Friends betraying
Neglecting me like a child
I been born wild

Just give me a chance
I can be cool too
Although, I can't dance

I am too true
Sadness erupts in me
Like a volcano

Violent like a tornado
Don't tell me you're working
Rephrase your sentence

"I'm down to chill"
"Yes, I will
Commonly a mistake

Probably you take
Too much time
The $#&@ers is stalling

Fun is calling
Teenage years gone
From $#&@ed up little pawns

But, if you're not down to chill
To hell with you then
I'll always remember

To forget you as a friend
I'm gone from the window
And my life comes to a close.


[Verse 2:]
Delusive, demeaning, demonic, and depraved

Disloyal, disparaging, distressed and unscathed
Up to the conclusion that humanity is vicious
Not a $#&@ing delusion, humankind is malicious

We lie, cheat, and steal from other $#&@ing people
Not to mention, we are also $#&@ing feeble
I guess a new trend is that evil is delicious

We do it so often, it gets repetitious
It makes me question if we really serve a purpose
I don't stutter my words, we're really $#&@ing worthless

Causing many other people to be wordless
Correct me if I'm wrong, has hell reached the surface?
Living everyday, cursing the resourceful

In a dirty world, full of anomalies
In fact, I think "wrong" is our philosophy
Let alone, there is no prophecy

Too much evil going on: Monstrosity
So, while I remain unfocused on you fools,
Come to realize that you're only serving stools

Meant to fix or $#&@ up, whatever is there
Always lost in the middle, asking, "where?"
Mother$#&@ers are silly, is there a theory?

To cure all this %#@!? I ask it simply
I'm sure my living days are up to sixty
From depression for so long, I say it sickly
What I'm saying is I'm actually factual
I sense vibrations in the air like I'm tactual.