I can't move, can't breath
Don't want to believe
This is my life
So I reach for the knife
Cut through the skin so smooth
The rest of the world moves
At supersonic speeds
Hurrying to plant seeds
Of deceit and discord
The truth is when I get bored
I like to stir up some Anarchy
Feed of it like a hierarchy
Cut my self on more time
Just enough to inspire a rhyme
But I write, and stay alive
I fight, and I survive.