The realisation that i still don't know what i'm doing herenPut in perspective i am nothingnIt feels like something has been wasted, and i am fadingnTime is growing against me as i grow tired of beingnJust another sould spent searching for something insidenI hate my fucking guts, i hate desire, i hate lustnI hate humanity, i hate instinctively, i hate this fucking world for fucking hating menThe chasm in my chestnScreams of resounding emptinessnI've never tasted this bitternessnI've never felt this solitude, worthlessnessnSo what great vision is this to sail amongst the vast indifference?nAccept a trail to hollow senses, where only tragedy breaks the numbnessnSo what great epiphany, will spell out beneath my feet?nChain my wrists, and admit defeat, imprisoned by 'the clarity'nSo is this destiny, a doubtful life, feeling empty?nWorst of all to make me guilty, blindest of the blind, telling me to seenI might hate this world, i might hate myselfnBut i won't be a wasted soul, another ghost like everyone else