slums in the midst of tyranny splattered with blood on my minds corridor
walking thru the halls of massacre killings heated with anger and full with horror
questioning realistic tragedies hittin me in the face like a gust of wind
deaths hitting so close to home I can't even begin to comprehend
but I stay full with liqour and the best weed trying to pretend
that my life is just a dream and hoping soon it will abruptly end
waking up every day disapointed that I was'nt left in eternal sleep
pissed off at my own actions because my whole life all I did was cheat
people I never thought could be taken get swept out into the sea of souls
causing pain much greater than anyone could imagine when my life unfolds
but that's the meaning of life, to see that lifes pretty much meaningless
and people do drastic things without having even the slightest interest
in you or anything except for themselves mind thinking fuck the rest
I guess that life is pretty much just a cruel and fucked up test



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