painkiller

i'm so syck of stupid people
syck of being treated like shyt

a pill can't make you real
make you pheel something
make you something you're not
it can only make you fake
make you think unnaturally
once you're depressed
you're alwayz depressed
happiness iz an illuzion
it's all you can do to be content
but they try to make you docile
complacency iz their reality

lozing my girl, and my children
haz made me a god of hatred
taught me to embrace my anger
my advertizement iz suicide
to watch everyone around me die
my message iz 'kill yourself'
put yourself out of my mizery

the tablez of fate are turning
you wanted to walk all over me
now i'm walking all over you
i've lost all respect for humanity
and now i just see a red glow
bleeding over this dying horizon
like a river of my old tearz
killing everything in its path
bringing night to your final day
turning colour to a mizerable grey
and hatred iz all that survivez

now look up at this burning sky
and realize, there'z no one coming
there'z nuthing there to save you
just cloze your 3yez, and drift away
let this pathetik world of pain die

now, did thoze pillz really help?
did spreading hatred work for you
did being fake open up your life
did shytting on me prove it true
waz taking my children necessary
i bet if you had known all this
it might not have ended this way
but you choze to ignore the truth
you choze to shyt all over people
now you can see where it got you
in your last moment, say goodbye