The Room With Views

I hate everyone and I hate everything
No longer subdued, will I accept the blame
Temptation is first and foremost
In the depths of the mischievous mind
No longer confused by the mental abuse
Did I act so sublime

When the piper piped his tune
Death by suicide ensued
When the piper piped his tune
Death replaced the room with views

I knew everyone and I knew everything
So often excused, I was often abused
I was forced to remain
So typically focused, the hours I'd noticed
My choices had all been in vain
Subliminal voices, the sickness contagious
I'd thought I was losing my mind