Generated By The System

I'm furious. This situation of life
Makes me crawl, makes me rather feel dead not alive
I scream, I rip my flesh from bones
And my blood spills on the faces of whores
They're happy to madness, they mortifying
Individual scum is trying to blind me
And they say I will
Be like them but I'm 

Not painless, I feel the pain of this world
I'm not worthless, I can beat this, I'll smash that [bad word] 
Nothing left except the pain

Hiding like a coward  [bad word] that [bad word] 
Screaming like a mollycoddle  [bad word] that [bad word] 
I'll disembowel your confidence
And I won't be dead