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Title: Timeless Art
Artist: JBird & Sanity
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JBird:
is this my beginning or the end of my reality why is this anger over me
i dont know what i can say, i have nothing to say, thats why i stay
away from those people, am i always the one to be blamed, everything
has been surrounding me with hate, am i the one that chose this reality
am i the only one that sane in this cruel world

Sanity:
in this timeless art of death do we not commit to our own being strange
and misunderstanding one of all mistearious in the mind of others if
your affraid of somthing its me if i die its you if you happen to live
im after you if your sleeping im watching you

JBird:
everything is like a still picture everything may have a pretty image
but deep inside within it is evil, but why must i live in this world of
cruelty i feel this anger deep within me, oh god why cant you help, oh
god its growing inside of me, all my hate and anger, as i become the
beast that devours my enemys, i cant be tamed the anger cant be tamed
whats happening what have i become, obessed with my enemys to kill, i
shall free them from there own torment, killing them

Sanity:
die at your own will i have nore felt the need to kill in a while for
how you think for how you forsee everything in me but when it happens
genisize to laughing the last chance body found in a trash can last
chance picked on picked out bullyed and f*cked with shut up bitch you
shut this

JBird:
why dont they get the f*ck out of my life, why cant i live my own life,
take this shit out of my head, i cant live this way, help me, why is
this freakin illness taken everything away from me, no its not a
sickness, its this reality, its f*ckin with my mind, living my life so
unsecure, as my reality torments it makes me go crazy, it took me
down and beaten me, i see these people laughing at me, they think its
funny, would a diein corpse laugh?, maybe not, i am gonna make them die
why dont they wipe that smile off there face, why dont they shut there
facesmi cant handle i am gonna f*ckin explode, living this life so
unsecure, feeling pain each day