Equity is a trait this world lacks
Happiness can't grow on this barren terrain of distrust
Here treacherous mothafuckas rise fast
The rest live expire and get thrown in the trash
Everyday we've been embraced by the malice we breathe
It's taking shape getting fed from the wickedness it breeds
Eventually it will catch up with us all
Creating monsters with no self control, downgrading human life beating everyone to a pulp
Either the world will kill me or i will kill the world
Still looking for life in something that died
Searching for my pieces under ruins of plight
Maybe something's left sincere despite all this spite
I'm getting devoured, can i try to never fully come to terms with what i despise?
Overcoming adversities try to force me to act like the things i abide
I'm spacing in darkness for too long
Molded through fire and brimstone
Can i end up earning the best of both worlds
Or do i deserve to bear the worst of the fucking worst
I sink, in the hideus polished savagery of man
Dying, for an illusive prosperity and its demands
Tears of rock fall while i gaze at my twisted future
Seems full and empty lively and petty at the same time
No rest for the fucking wicked
Grim is infinite but one step out won't be the last to count
and if i still hunger for evil, evil is what i'll get sever my fuckin head