Way Out (Depressive Age)

I have trouble in my mind Do not know what's wrong or right I fall in thoughts 'bout the roots I hate myself, I am confused This town is dangerous every time, don't move in unknown ways to find The way out to relief, 'cause violence amplifies the grief I have no disease, have food, bed and flat Lots of important things that other people want to get Maybe I'll help them, but I'm selfish today I hate myself, so dazed in this state This town is dangerous every time, don't move in unknown ways to find The way out to relief, 'cause vilence amplifies the grief Now, one is gone, one near me Is gone forever and finds some releif His child is left alone for me Is this the new way that should be, out of my hate? This town is dangerous every time, don't move in unknown ways to find The way out of your hate, is this the new way out of my hate?