Many ways to apathy,
And all I find is anger

Quicker to the draw,
Than anyone that sees,
I hate every thought,
Every crime that is me

Many paths to oblivion,
And all I know is everything

Quieter than hell,
In here I'm blind,
I hate every being,
Every lie that I am

Many ways to apathy,
And all I find is anger

Emotion building up,
Underneath all the pain,
Losing myself
In something else,
Unreal as a brain

Many ways to apathy,
And all I find is people

Going their own ways,
Thinking about their goals,
Ideas to keep on living,
Without even finding a reason

Many paths to oblivion,
But I know everything

Apathy

Impossible

I feel

I am

I think, I do, I be

I'm raw

I feel, I know, I cry

All I am is anger...

the only escape from existance