All your emotions add up into a lonesome bulge,

Divide your feelings, separate and indulge.

Your hatred has slowly begun hatching,

To your fruitless life it is attaching.

Can’t you see your presence is just a game?

A life destined to exist without fortune and fame.

You don’t realize your existence is a senseless loop,

It’s time to savor another bitter scoop.

Deep down your failures are eating away,

Becoming more depressing with every lie you say.

You continue wondering how you fell so deep,

Still curious when you’ll wake up from this eternal sleep.

The only false world is your own,

You are completely rotten, to the bone.

You wonder if there are more, if you’re on your own,

Or are you the only mass hypocrite sharing this throne?

Comrade, companion, neighbor, friend?

You will be faced with a lonesome end.

Nothing is real, you’re entirely fake,

A comeback is impossible, just die for your own sake.

It’s your coffin, lay down, you’ve been beat,

No more thoughts of failure, your darkness is complete.