Alone in a crowd
surrounded by their smiles.
They always seem so happy,
so effortless seem their lives.
How come I'm always struggling,
always I'm so alone?
Or do they hide their troubles?
Or do they wearing masks?

Action and words don't seem to fit!
"I try so hard!" The noble thoughts...
Human mistakes? Or hypocrites!
Act their way out of imperfection.

All words so meaningless,
or do they hold some truth?
Their source of inspiration
must be stupidity.
What I get out of it
is pure idiocy!
They cherish a creation,
a system built on lies!

Action and words don't seem to fit!
"I try so hard!" The noble thoughts...
Human mistakes? Or hypocrites!
Act their way out of imperfection

Constant rage
Knowledge lost
On my knees
Hating life

Was sure I hated them,
but now I know:
I also envied them,
their happy lives.
I realized the truth,
their perfect lies.
I turned my back on them,
a bonebastard!