World of Hate
I feel like I'm walking through a maze,
In my mind with no escape.
What's going wrong inside my head?
Somebody explain why the feeling is
dead.
My stomach has twisted in sickness,
caused by the people who have
rendered me senseless.
Now my thoughts have all been
replaced,
by a substance that can't be erased.
I find that I'm standing on an unstable
ledge,
wondering how it feels to fall off the
edge.
Slowly my monsters create from
inside,
they're working like hell just to
survive.
I try to wake up from this nightmare
I'm dreaming,
but in my mind I'm constantly
screaming.
So won't you please help me before
it's too late?
and my soul loses the battle against
this world of hate.
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