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Broken spirit permanent appearance
Look at my face through all my broken mirrors
Bad luck is something that
I've kept the nearest
I would never love myself the
Way I hate your spirit

So much passion in my anger
Hope you love to hear it
Discipline my mind to bottle it
I'm disappearing
I'll be back next year and
That's the shit I'm fearing
Will I ever accept the
Shit my mind's revealing?

That's the path that I chose
A life of anger and sadness but
A still a master of prose
New calamities after the
Fucking tragedies grow
Empty cabinets happened to once
My vessel my soul

I fucking hate it
Know that I'll never make it
Know that the picture painted
Is faker than all my statements

Suffering through complacency
How could I ever change it
Making another mistake
Improbable that I'll face it

Probably rearrange it
Probably say it's vacant
Probably say the anger
I father is all misplaced in

Endless amounts of hatred
Never gon' be mistaken
Victory never came to me
Hoping that I can take it

I fake it

Every path that I travel
I feel is way too adjacent
And If I'm just an animal
Then I don't see my place here

I know you need to get going and
I don't need you to say it
Might be twenty but fate
Is something we're never escaping

That's to say that if all this
Has a meaning we're racing
Just to get to the ending
Who's got the balls to go chase it?

I pray to nothing when everything
That I care for is taken
I've got like nobody everybody
I loved has been changing

I suck it up and no matter what
I've been painfully waking
Each break of dawn when the world
Finally completes it's rotation

I need vacations and strength
To mute all your notifications
I've got the patience the problem
I have is too many patients

That wanna feed off advice that
I'm frying for 'em like bacon
That's why I'm making the
Same old fucking mistakes

Let's face it

That's the path that I chose
A life of anger and sadness but
A still a master of prose
New calamaties after the
Fucking tragedies grow
Empty cabinets happened to once
My vessel my soul

You're all complicit
Know that I'd never wish this
Know that I tried my best to be helpful
Instead of viscious

Nobody on this planet could comprehend
All my wishes
I got a vision burning inside of me
With no limit's

I just keep fucking dying
Daily I lose my spirit
Lately I think my skill's compensating
Cause no one's near it

Nobody wants to hear it
Said it again on Pontiff
I keep on writing bullshit
And ignoring every comment

Master of all euphonics
Master without a friend
Master without a hope or
A care for the bitter end

Faster I'd follow Satan
Faster than all the wind
Faster than all the bullshit
They plastered upon my skin

And That's the path that I chose
A life of anger and sadness but
A still a master of prose
New calamities after the
Fucking tragedies grow
Lack of amity, happy to watch my body implode