My body still clings to life
Only my spirit has died inside.
(so I pray)

I pray for death every night
But I keep waking up alive
I cut myself for infliction

And I still spit at my reflection
I hate everything I am
I have my friends to think for that


So I keep taking my meds
And I do what my doctor says.

I hate myself more everyday.
I guess I'll always be this way


I've learned that love is dead
And that people just get $#&@ed instead
And all the while making friends

Just to $#&@ them in the end

Everyone I touch infects me

Cancer in flesh there is death all around
Everyone I touch, I infect them
Black and dead is my heart


Alone, I'm not good when I'm alone
I pace and tear at my skin and my hair

Burn myself for some relief
For a sick $#&@ing joke of a life
The punchline is when I die

And come back as me for eternity
Just to $#&@ up everyday?
And fail the ones that I love by being alive


I don't know who I am anymore
A parasite in human disguise?

Searching for a piece of %#@! with all of you maggots and flies

Everyday I feel that I just can't do anything right

I'm sorry if you know my name
I probably $#&@ your life, goodbye