... So I'm left ... Degraded, Agitated and Mutilated
Fucking Irritated from all the Bullshit I've Calculated.
... But moving on. To a state I Permeate in-
See, the Irate Place I try to Remain Sane in ...

Stay Complacent, Adjacent to Harbored Hatred that I've Stationed
For Everyone I've Ever Tried to Help and or Create Relations
Pure Frustration, Just another Validated Constipation of Equations
That Resorts to Brute Force when Faced with a Common Course
Like a Water Logged "Bored" that's Washed up onto the Shores
Knee Deep in a Pool of Constant Self-Inflicted Pity and Sores
It's like a City at War or a Shitty Epitomy that you Know is in Store
Constantly Badgering the Flattery of the Fact that you can't In vision-
Acknowledge the Fact that you can't Sit Back and Pull that Ribbon.
Pull Commission from a Situation that's been Mentioned since Detention
This is the End of a Vision... Either fuck it, or Sit Back and Pay Attention.