Costume made hell

Social decay in me I strive for inner peace of mind But yield to sicker needs What's sane is left behind My hands are used as tools I'm on a random psycho path Birth-marked confiding fools Let loose the wrath I'm dreading to see your existence erased Forever chased by insanity Aggressive measures so unpleasant to face But death is smiling at me Infected with a dose of lunacy I'm losing grip of reality A forthcoming fear of what grows within me Increasing absence of empathy. Bring your words into me, make them full fill me and that's all i need. it's killing me, a costume made hell... constructed only for me. .não tente entender.