I feel like

I feel like

I feel like

I feel like Hamlet

I feel like Hamlet

Too many questions inside my head

To be or not to be?

The answer is to live, not to fucking understand

Stuck between life and death without a fucking plan

Am I on a verge of insanity or just a ruse to confused the klan? Shit

Mind games have ripple effect

Tragedies could've been avoided

Now they fucking project

The darkness inside my mind, making me so fucking sick

Who am I?

What's the trick?

Not driving by revenge only fucking rage

Can not doubt my humanity even if you turn the page

Maybe I'm not human after all

Maybe I'm the lord of chaos playing my role

Questions from the darkside of my fucking soul

Darkness consuming, conquering it, that's the goal

What if the darkness wins?

What if you're out of tricks?

What if you embrace the darkness now and you're no longer sick?

Would you fight it or let it stick?

What would be your last move if this was a game of chess?

How can someone play against themselves? (easy) You own the board you finish the fucking quest

You are now the lord of Light and choas soo do your fucking best

This is your story what's next? What's the status quo?

Are you the hero or the villain?

What's the upgrade? Only you know

Cave you fear to enter hold the treasure you seek

Trials and crisis are what makes you either strong or weak

As long as you're not fake