
gashes and lacerations feel great when you get used to it
and the torn human matter has a eerie effect
discipline yourself and make those cuts deep
scars of yesterday heal and new ones open up
get over yourself and shut the hell about your "grief"
you keep complaining and I'm dying for you to stop
I get tired of hearing all this damned angst
I feel quite tired, and I'm just about to faint
Glare into the mirror and wish for happiness
you already have it and you think its so bad
I see your just another one of those idiots
you could have it worse off, so be glad
angsty bastard wannabe somebody
so piss off.... unlawful fucking nobody