Is it all worth it please decypher hatred to this witherd nation
hiding from the all incompentent answers i refuse to be facin
i promise.. that im truley trying to live and i am trying to listin
transplanting cruiosity glands within us like countless incisions
forshadowing and metophoric clouds keeps me from decisions
but i'll leave the tender and young beings as guardians of fate
my notions is that the angles are here but deamons are to great
so please break down and explain this bitch that we name life
blank rooms and those halls of wonder the only thing in sight
you cant act like u no by starrin deep into the pupils of my eyes
and if theres no god or nuttin up there why do i glare at skys
i once more glance toward the sky but fog continues to swirl
i stand alone on a empty barren thoughtless consumed world
no not literally but every now and then thats just how i feels
we shoud have their own cemetetary for the lives we steels
damn i wish this all could end it aint worth my all my question
keep pressin...lies have all settled in, in my brain they nestin
the region i lie within keeps the ground shape shifting or not
what i mean is im hallusiaitin naw to many times was sought
so i painted a masterpeice of questions on a scripture of text
so many lives stolen and people dissaperead..damn whos next
so now im gettin paranoid bein conspired oh no not against me
the ghostly pressence of an outsider thats mind of transparcy
meaning my moat of sourounding waters clears a new surface
the questions of life amount to one and only is life all worth it