broken razors edge

[z71porter]

< transgress through my aggression
i see you there your my sick obsession
wasted days lay on my shoulders
stressed out and never left so colder
the impression left on us all
was nothing short of you
your own depression
anything to bring you back what you had
what you want what you need
everything in you life is controlled by greed
demon seeds spawn from sea to sea
growing deeper in the roots of society
only there to infect the pretentious souls
lost for all damned in regret for what they were
paint it all gray as most are knowledgeable
but take back what is not there
hoping one day it will all be over
spreading there disease to all who bare
the mark of nothingness
the mark of desire
all for the common good
good for nothing
piece of shit, caught in the web of lies
that you spun your self into an
isolating structure that demands more
more that what you have
its what you want.