Trapt in a pyscopathic state of mind,
I find myself wanting to destroy mankind,
Versify life and kill all in my path,
What was once a clean battle is now a bloodbath,
I speak what I think and the thoughts are life ending,
All I want is to move up but I seem to be decending,
On paper it seems necisary but then it all comes to life,
It started off simple rhymes but now there is blood on the knife,
Trapt in a pyscopathic state of mind and I cant find the exit,
Life seems fake as if its counterfit,
I count down the days till I lay in my deathbed,
I get used to the odd thoughts running threw my head,
My pupuls complain and think they have horrible,
But if my thoughts entered their head they wouldn be storable,
To much running their heads would simply explode,
They have it good in freeplay, and im stuck in story mode.