Lucky Bastard

I consider my enemies my friends
And my friends my enemies
They betray you more than foes
So they hurt you the most
But your foes are those that want to hit you when your eyes are closed
I cant trust a soul
And therefore im alone
By myself in my mental
Simple is the reality of how instrumental this is 2 my insanity
...Or can it B?
That im embracing the way of Satan and this is all an illusion
Confusion created by his lies
Look into the eyes of the deceased and feel a sense of unity
He's dead inside just like you and me
But he has peace
Its heavenly in that casket
So instead I feel a sense of jealousy......
"U Lucky Bastard!!"