Choking on air

What an idiot

Walking on eggshells

I’m certainly loosing it

Quiet voice

Tired eyes

Not much for crowds

I might pass out out of confusion

Weak minded

Comes back for more

No matter how much pain it causes

From the start

What a fucking fool

No remorse

You mess with me

Ill desplay you on horns

You never cared

You just wanted to gain

You’re annoyed at everyone

They all make you sick

Calm and colective

No one would ever guess

That under the sheepskin

A wolf lives

Blood makes me crazy

I’d kill in the day

Confidence isnt lacking

But your organs certainly are

An original Hannibal

I dont make a sound

Fear isnt existant

But exhaustion sure is

Underneath all this monster skin

A little boy lives

Or once did

Now just a shell

He is dead