So...
How does it look?
The landscape of my mind
The shrouded memories that haunt me
The lies I was fed
My scattered thoughts and hatred
This is my reality
This is my truth
Funny how my truth plays out
You see, because the truth is
There is not an ounce of fucking decency in this world
And was misled to believe otherwise
And the world is tearing itself apart
Look around
The chaos is all around you
This is all just a reflection of my world
Our world
Our unhinged little reality
So tell me
How does it look?
How does it fucking look?
Are you paying attention?
