Games are for the players,
Life is for the free.
Rules are for the mindless —
NPC.

There are no rules,
Pick any path —
Either way the house
Will claim its dues.

Survival is the game.
Play or don't play,
Either way you loose —
Now, choose.

Generation nothing new —
Scholars of self
Skipping school.

Loyal to a fault,
But in thought
Down in the gutter
With the rest of you
Degenerates.

Fuck decency —
Live free and be
The controversy.

It may be tragic, but it's a life —
Claim the narrative.
This is still
Your once upon a time.

No, this is not a comedy,
For happiness is emptiness.
Every tale, every life,
A tragedy, once upon a time.

History, mythology,
All shaped through ideology —
A game of Chinese whispers
Where some players live to cheat.
To some a game, to all reality.

Were you still here with me,
Could see
The broken trust and crashed beliefs,
It would break you —
But I'm trying, momma.

Dearly beloved,
I've burned through all I've earned,
But fear not —
To you I leave the world.

A beacon
For the brave enough —
Hope's a fuse, not a candle.

Please take it slow.
Your kindness bright
Blinds my heart —
It's been a while.

Reasons?
Who needs them —
Just live what feels right.

Out of technicolor,
Into monochrome.
From the randomizer,
Back to the monotone of life.

High-suffering delicacies,
Pain recipes in agony —
Still the monster, kill the soul.

Bottomless, the pits
Of reputation and renown —
Lonely are the chosen,
Heavy is the crown.

Sentiments that ground the heart,
Woven ties and phantom roots —
Know where you belong.

To false starts,
And new beginnings —
Onward lies the road ahead.

The clock strikes twelve,
The clock strikes one —
Same everything,
Same everyone.