You tell me I’m
a w r e c k
You say that I’m
a m e s s
How could you
e x p e c t
a n y t h i n g
l e s s
?


ↁo not provoke me;
i will TEAR you αpαrт
——- & make you wish
you were
d̶̶
e̶̶a̶̶d̶.
i am your
w̧̰̲̭ͅo͈r̩̟̣̀s̪̺͎̭̲̮ͅt̩͝ ̬͔͜ͅn̼̦͍͔̠̗̰i̸̘̩̖͓͇g҉h̵͎̠̘̰t̗͔̥̘͍m̳̣̺͕͝a̼͖̼̤͕r̭͚̮̻͎e̞̟̗̦ͅ
now
[
scream]
there’s
noone left to h e a ryou
(
s cream—]

Killing is an art
When you enter the battlefield, let your knife be the brush.And the ground beneath a canvas.
Use the {blood} of your enemies to create a terrifying….
Masterpiece.
Let me ƈપՇ ץѻપ ѻρﻉก
and ᴇxᴩʟᴏʀᴇ the information
in the { pipes }
that make you mazes of elusiveexistentialism
I’ve got {demons} in my head,
n i g h t m a r e sin my dreamsand - DARKNESS - in my heart
but I’m still s t a n d i n g

I feel it { ∂єєρ ωιтнιη }
it’s just b e n e a t h the skin
I must confess that I feel like a
~ MONSTER ~
I gave up on happiness a long time ago,
it’s not because I don’t
wantto be happy,It’s that I don’t think I d e s e r v e to be.