The more time I spend alone, the more I get lost in my head. The more lost in my head I get, the more I hate the world.
See, the world feeds me hatred. No matter what I do, I’m Satan.
I tell them, “it’s not rocket science; if you want me to respect you, respect me.”
They just crack the whip even harder and say, “if you want to stay alive, do as I say.”
If it takes for me to be murdered, I will pay the price for freedom. Until then, rot.
