What's the point in this life if no one even knows that you're living?
It's like I'm a just a ghost, just walking the earth, roaming freely.
They never recognize me.
Sometimes it's hard top breathe when the world is crushing your lungs.
Guess what my true hate just sprung free¦

So will everyone be here to see how much I hate them.
When everyone breaks down, squirming in their self pity.
I would love to see everyone burn¦

Is this life just temporary or will it last forever?
Will God give me a reason to live the life I lead?
Will I ever make something of it, and does this life mean anything?

Just a glimpse of hatred will eclipse the sun.

Thank God for the first time I feel like the noose is gone and finally I can breathe.

This will never bring me down
I will never give up
I will never lose hope