You say life is a sick joke
concieved by misfortune
and raised by frustration
every strike of badluck an excuse
for dwelling in shadows
Shut off in your corner of the world
high from the intoxication
a pain so lifeless itīs wasted
loss of innocense an excuse
for distance to reality
//You donīt even know what hurt is
so why do you pretend
youīve only got one side of it
a part which is an excuse
for obsession with suffering//
A selfpity not instantly revealed
a hint of pure genius
the cult of the hidden proclamation
your absense of lust is no excuse
for wallowing in misery
Yor destructive sideīs yearning
for twisted absolution
only made possible by illumination
the bittersweet hurtīs no excuse
for disconnecting with truth
//You havenīt even felt what hurt is
so why do you persist
itīs like a toy youīre playing with
that doesnīt justify your excuse
for accusing the life//
Caught up in a carousel of error
nothing will get through
you donīt even know how to express it
donīt give me the usual excuse
for ruining your self