When my behavioral pattern change,
My thoughts release them self and I become a void to myself.
And the angst become more violent,
And every step become a mile.
I reach my hands into the sky,
And reach for a greater state of mind.
But I'm overthrown by the voices.
They are telling me to end this suffering.
Don't expect shit from anyone,
Every time people get change they will fucking let you down.
Is this a world worth living in,
Maybe I'm better of just fucking ending it.
Somethings got to change.
We need change.
Right fucking now.