...don't know quite where to begin
  ...my grand scheme of things has turned to sin

 ...it all comes in, in a blur...for which I pay,

 existance seems so futile
  ...monotony weighs down my smile

 ...how I wish I'd slept through the day...

 ...searching for my motivation
  ...surviving on anticipation...

 ...I'm killing more than time...
 

 through a tear-stained fish-eyed gaze
 a young boy watches his father's rage...
 lost within his helplessness
 innocense childhood romance...
 violence such poor repast,
 ...future lost within his past

 he knows he cannot lie
 though he feels it's wrong to try...
 temporarily lost on what to do
 ...but I still knew better than to trust in you...

    ...Bitch!!!...

 so he found himself alone
 took his own, and he made his home...
 lied about the truth, ...pain his only proof
 

 and locked inside his brain
  he grew to need this pain...
 lifes blood upon his lips
 "my rage is merely this..."