Fascist Brutality

Fascist Brutality

I don't feel the things within me
It's like they pass and never see
All this time I was wasting time
People said I was okay, I was fine

They don't understand the things I do
How could they know what is right or true
I wish I could change the things I did before
Root the problems from the very core

Black thoughts come creeping from the past
When will the good times come back at last
Chords begin playing in my hands
I need a little more if I'm gonna be in a band

The fan is on, but the air is hot
My wits are still here, the only thing i got
Get me outta of this mind, this place
If before I don't claw off my face

Plain room, messy as you could get
The game is lost and the record set
Atmospheric intruders from far away
A kick to the guts, what can I say?

Driving me insane, a crazy ideological conclusion
Don't I wish I just threw it away, and it was just an illusion
Find me in this den of self-confidence grave
There's no souls around me, nothing left to save

Burning the diary from a year ago
The pages are black empty - so?
Words are just a language, incommunitive concept
Nothing could really put a paper with a sunset

Hell isn't below me as I feared
As it eats away our thoughts and gears
It's in the world we call reality
An evil controlling fascist brutality...