i cant compose my life, how am i suppose to write
light doesn't illuminate my fate, cant face the light
sight is blind to reality, no weight, empty calorie
pockets to collect dust in, just a disgusting salary
my life's a discussion in fallacy, lie's interpreted
run from the righteous and let's let the serpent in
dig deep in my soul, bury the pain.. keep it from surfacing
worry tears of rain, strained from my worth in sin
heart of tin bursting from hate's flowing fire within
burning my skin till i expire from earth's entire spin
bless my next of kin, child with a father who's half there
why bother, i wouldn't dare to pass him this path of despair
its not fair, so instead i stay spoon fed with doom and dread
until the time i am presumed dead, then.. remove my head
cut out my mind ruined in red, left is blood shed from evil
enough anguish for a million people to feed each one's sequel
this is equal to a conversation with God hoping he'd reach you
teach you a lesson and the point he and I are stressing
choices are what make each direction a different expression
When shame keeps testing & get’s you guessing the game
Switch frames & just get the game guessing the same
We’re all expecting the fame, only to pull up lame w/ doubts
But that’s what the game’s about.. uncertanties & wishes
Just when you think life taste’s delicious
You come to find out it’s been served on dirty dishes

Life is a guessing game.. sometimes you guess wrong