Death
The masochism
Our only way of living life is through our worst intentions
But we still trudge Through life with smiles on our broken faces
The blank spaces of humanity are filled with darkened souls
And we lie and say we won't hide away, but we're rats in the tunnels that they call a maze.
I see the flaw in human life and it's always been the mind.
I believed no one gets left behind
But now, no one gets out alive
My disease is my understanding that The human condition is not worth the struggle of life