I'm a deeply darkened human, ain't to hear the garbage you're presuming
Instead of listening you're zooming through to fight the world out of your life
You try to escape the pain, but what's another gain of pain to further the insane
Insanity has crept and found sanctuary inside of me to be more to the key used to betray me and snap and crush me and kill me
But what do you do when you stare at the melted pile of metal that used to be a key?
