Discontent comes into play.
I pray for forgiveness,
but this never comes my way.
Why the fuck do I pray?
Deranged they say I am,
I am insane just as they say.
I can change, but Ill refrain
and stay just as enraged as I am.
Distant in memory
Created integrity
Faults of instability
Cremated ashes of insecurity.
This is whats made from me;
Distant memories of integrated, insecure, instabilities interfering with the creation of creativity.
With the thoughts of a blasphemer
I stayed away from her
No better than them,
but I can pretend I am...(cuz I am)
An I am deranged as they say
I am insane just like they say I am
I wont change I will refrain
Just to stay as enraged as I am.
