Cursed Oration

I hate almost everything in generation
I can't even understand these actions
I’m depressed with all that I created
Year and year, day by day, and nothing changes
Have always one piece of my mind
That lives in frustration

All these lies, and disloyal way
That keeping hit me in the face
Trying to force to put inside
All their mistakes
I’m living in discover everything a soulless oration
I’m keep seeing this cursed way of dementia

Locked in my room, with the think on the Moon
And receiving all that hurts me in mind
Nothing looks like makes me feel inside
I never felt me so empty and died
I’m just counting all my days waiting the end
Living in frustration