Tormented existence,   creation of your own design   Trials of failure,   the scars are left behind   Intent on living   your self fulfilling prophecy   Incapable of reaching a higher destiny     Destiny     Your callused soul   capsuled in rage   memories of happiness   long forgotten age     Enveloped in misery, lying in your grave   incapable of mercy, and the rest that you crave   these fatal truths, you fail to understand   Blood drowns your soul as you spit at my outstretched hand     Question not the scapegoat, but the image in the mirror   screaming reality, the glass is broken in horror   scattered shards lie cracked and broken   words worthless, unheard, but still spoken     Your dismissal of mercy   envelopes your life in misery   is it all worth the price   by which you abide   how does it feel to lay back- to lay back and die   how does it feel to lay back- to lay back and die     Enveloped in misery, lying in your grave   incapable of mercy and the rest that you crave   these fatal truths you fail to understand   blood drowns your soul as you spit at my outstretched hand