Never again will I be greeted amongst the psychopathic monsters that surround you.
While they feed on the missery and torment of others.
Nothing more then maniacs, coming together for the smell of freshly shed blood.
Don’t think you won’t suffer from it.
The transformation within has already begun.
It takes your life away.
It will destroy you, and you will become one of them.
When your heart is stepped on and crushed so many times.
You begin to lose the will to fight.
If you won’t end your life, the psychopath within will.
The soul of a wild uncontrolled animal is all yours.
Time will let it out.
And you’ll hunt, just like the monsters around your pathetic existence.
Unrightfully you will focus all the hate right into my heart.
And try to destroy what lies beneath…
Your life will turn into a raging war.
With more mental bloodshed then you could ever imagine.
The extinguishing of life within others will become a known ritual.
You take on the style of a raging animal.
You start to hate that what helps you.
And start to love that what drives you insane.
But you get mad when someone treats you like the worthless piece of shit you became.
You will never be the same.
And these scars will remain.
So hate me, envy me, try to destroy me.
Do whatever you please.
But I’m one of the monsters around you.