Morally Confused

Morraly confused cause im faced with the scum the scum that keeps my emotions numb fight with the images, i fight with my thoughts suppress all the violence & keep backing off
Am i still good if i want to see it am i still sane if i want to feel it
The love in my heart aint the answer to it blood on my hands and morraly confused
I feel the pain that i inflict theres a lot of baggage that keeps building up baggage thats always annoying as **** annoying reminders of how it is frustrating **** thatll never change
I cant be bothered with problem solvers all sound alike, theyre all pantomime
I cant be bothered with problem solvers leave me to stew here alone in my ****in juice
I dont know, i dont know whats right
I cant shut these images out