In a world devoid of emancipation

Life leaves too many question marks

On my conscience, why?

Why look up

The ground is so much more pleasing

And its where these eyes belong

I renounce

I renounce myself

What i wish to be

Break my neck

Hope's cruel grasp

Progression or regression

It all ends the same

In a world devoid

Emotionless

In a life such as this

Only death is certain

Sowhy wait

Break my heart

Cut my throat

When everything has ended

Slaves by design

Break my neck