I've lost all motivation. My stomach will never be full. Nothing will bring me the solace that I used to find in the eyes of the dead. Somber cries lost their edge. Murder won't get me up anymore. I have become a drone. Portraying the very weakness that I despise. Obedience. Threads the eye then stitches my mouth closed. What have I become? I have become a drone. Portraying the very weakness that I despise. Obedience. Threads the eye then stitches my mouth closed. I have no direction. I'm back to searching and guessing again. So perplexed. My mind is broken to pieces again. I have become a drone. Enslaved by the very master that you all trust. Ignorance. Threads the eye then stitches your eyes closed. What have I become? A disgrace. Enter this silk home a larvae. Exit a creature that can fly away from here. Leaving this bullshit behind. I wish I could leave it all behind. I am all alone. This prison has become my mind. So desperate to end this. I gladly give my life. It's over. This gorgeous day has turned to black. I forfeit. I gladly give my life.