I ve got probs

Look in my eyes,
They are Under Hates,
I wanna know: why
Everybody in this case?

I've got a question:
Why everybody
Using all this masks
To speak with somebody?

Rocked on my mistakes,
You wanna...
Blowing on your lips...
You gonna...

Around me
There are too many things,
But I really don't know
Who can use someone of this...?

Look at my face,
It's older than myself,
Cuz now all I can know
Is making me too selfed...

I'm in your ring,
But you're not it's lord,
I'll make a jump,
While I will take my sword.

I'm gonna do
This things once more
I'll make 'em all
And have a better score.

Look at this world
It's braking up my hands,
I'll getta outside
Of all your silly bands...

Crazy mistakes,
I'll get your only theme,
To push in the boxes
And I'll burn all of them.

All I can do
Is make you full of hates,
All I can brake
Is your mask and your face.

But have you got a face?
Or you've got only mask?
Or you forgot your voice?
Or drawing on my desk?