I walked alone this darkest road
Questioning what had done abroad
I walked along this weeping road
Wondering what had done abroad
I quite often fake my smile
There is no value in my mile
I quite often fake my voice
There is no value there is no choice
I often walk with people I don't know
There is no value no hidden flow
I often run among people I barely know
I fake my own self to the highest on the go
The dark tunnel I often swim in
Will pile my black bricks all within
The dark tunnel I often step in
Will take me along my fake win
The dark tunnel I often walk in
Will fall apart once I decide my bin
The dark tunnel I often run in
Will collapse in my shallow I often gain
Hatred is my hobby I got used to
And my black grudge will rule me as supposed to
Lack of emotions I feed on others will crawl
Among my phony devotions I love to see fall
Another day is my tomb in silence
I smile to people while my head in violence
I hate life and I hate the ones
No one changes when my mind will run
I love no one where love is a burden
Hatred along me throw love in carton
This is me and you better hate me more
I don't have any love that people adore
The dark tunnel that I often try to reach
Will take my pain inside to my beach
Where the waves sound erase my worries
But I can't reach that edge of glory
I quite often miss out something
But the thing I miss will often ring
I just love my dark room without a fling
My hatred in my heart is their lethal sting
I love my self and I love my darkness
Love doesn't exist but my fake true kindness
I love my self and I love my darkness
Love doesn't exist but my true fake silence
I love myself and I love my darkness
When my fake love appears without violence
I love myself and I love my darkness
Where my dark tunnel will never die hence
Love your own is my bucket at bay
Hate the ones and life I should stay
