Their words are so hard sometimes, they depreciate me so many times
Where's cum in that derisive pleasure ? I know by heart what you never imagined
The bullying evil triangle : actors, victims, spectators
After voices got lost, words are still alive, Blind and deaf are all the same.
I hate you, laymen crowds, keep your tongues immured
The pains can be bitter, the release can be slippery
The Trumpets of youth scratched your lack of experience
I always need the pain to be reassured, the fear to feel consoled
Since you, I live in an imaginary world, My thoughts as only refuge
Social phobia turns me into another monster, When truth and fiction collide
The more you mock me, the more I believe it ...
It's like dying on your own terms. Through the big public mass of lynching
Pervert executioner, please Pay attention to this
What waits for you is rebellion and remorse by millions
You wont ever remind me, sinked into forgivness, youth can be cruelty
When the only weapon is a narcissic violence, When you cant event obtain indifference
Nothing ever erase, neither words nor time
I will need a whole life to reach normality
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