I'm tired of this charade, I feel like I've decayed, my words can cut you like Excalibur's blade, but as of late, I've just been feeling impotent, but that doesn't mean I'm just going sit down and be hoping, that things going change, change happens with yourself, if I can't change my ways, then life's living hell, if that is the case, then what is the point, of living, it would be better if myself I was killing, and I can't continue on like this, no more, and why should I continue on like this no more just stop it, load and lock it, pull the trick out of my pocket, I'm speaking from my soul, not from the talent deposit, blasting of like I'm a rocket, I'm the monster in your closet, that your scared of, the one you can never be prepared of, even though you're aware of, it's existence, you always try to hide, though at the most inoppurtune times, you feel it starting to rise, and when after awhile, it breaks free of the struggle and it causes nothing but trouble leaving you with all the rubble, this shit is comical ironical the explanation is logical, diabolical, apocalyptic, I'm trying to keep it realistic, while making it cataclysmic, without making it seem like quantum physics, I'm trying to keep it real you get it, it's like they always talking talking like some parrots or canaries, but I ain't playing fucking game of thrones I ain't danaerys, I'm your worst nightmare you think that Freddy was scary, nigger you better fear me when I talk you better hear me, there's no reason everything is always changing with the seasons one minute they say they love you the next their committing treason, you say this hurts you more than me tell me is that so, think you can walk all over me like I don't got a backbone, you say that you got loyalty it's washed away like a sand castle I'm on the balcony they're stuck at the flagstone, I'm not being paranoid, I'm just talking the truth, I'm an asteroid and I'm going straight for you,