More and more I'm feeling less important And in the end It's my own misfortune As these conflicts come They'll surely fucking go And I will bury them Down below I won't allow them To snowball and fester I have before It's always a disaster Disaster Torn... tattered Ripped apart at the seams Sometimes life Is exactly as it seems Discorded... conflicted This is exactly What I have depicted Hopeless Despondent A disparaged life At times it's filled with strife Always under... this fucking duress I am grievous and harrowed By the demons... inside of me I would do anything... anything To get myself... outside of me