F.Y.S

The fire that burns me,

I only wish that it would burn them too.

Hope it takes up root inside their chests,

Hope it goes Ed Kemper on their necks.

Because I hate how they are,

Walking around like sick marionettes.

Dictated by strings held by self-absorption.

I used to relate to blind complacency,

I can’t feel the same anymore.

I used to feel like we could right wrongs not write wrongs,

Now I now that we will always be condemned.

You & me, condemned.

I can’t feel the same anymore,

I can’t feel the same anymore.

I used to feel we could right wrongs not write wrongs,

I can’t feel the same anymore.

With the roots in their chests,

And the fire inside,

I hope it kills them slow.

I hope it burns them alive.

Retrace words back down their throat,

This hatred comes from within.

Remove their smiles with scold’s,

The Zero World will always win.

I used to feel like we could right wrongs not write wrongs,

Now I now that we will always be condemned.

I can’t feel the same anymore,

I can’t feel the same.

You and me, we will always be condemned.

Fuck your serenity, R.T.O.