Mind of Destruction

When I rap I seem like I have a mental disorder
I see humans as shells that when dead will create foul odors
As far as I am concerned im an ugly creature walking ogre
So when I see red, and my eyes become dead its fucking over
You're a chauffeur, I do what I want while you receive daily orders
But Im going to feed you the lies I was fed till the weight cracks you shoulders
I never wanted to come back, but life is a fucking living regret lapse
And I hate that, Im so fed up
I wish I didnt have the nuts to keep talking to you
Im walking feud blues singing bringing up death on the news
Depression from help of the people that dont deserve a fucking sentence
Read between the lines, I have anger on my mind
And I swear this is will be the last time