The question 'why', either throw you in deep gorge of depression, or it'll make you an Ubermensch.
There is stroppy resistance between soul and body, Let them fell apart to end this painful game.
I may say life is all about fuck job. But it won't be digestible to your fucking wise system. Where people's ass is being smashed on the name of discipline.
I want to wail like a madwoman, Not worrying about who listens and watches..
I'm burning in the hell of myself, with the hope of healing death..
Look around yourself with closed eyes, you'll find world full of idiots..
If life is really to live, then why this much pain, race and struggle
Happy is one who never came
Dying everyday is curse, dying once is peace...