Times to face the facts.
You fail at life.
An ultraviolent demise
Would suit you fine.
A total clone
Devoid of his own thoughts.
A soulless fabrication.
A meaningless creation.

You waste of life.
You waste of space.
You waste of everything.
Make no mistake.
You fucking fake.
I enjoy your suffering.

Selective memory.
Forgetting who made who.
You told so many lies
That it's hard to keep them straight.
You would be better off
Not lying to my face again.
You would be better off
If your life came to an end.