Sometimes I think I must be invisible.
It's like I'm not here...

That's the way, I'll cut it there,
And see how much it bleeds...

Last night I cried as I lay in bed,
Remembering Jason, before he was dead...

You get so sick of the same thing
Everyday of your life...

People ask why I am the way I am.
I say, because it makes me happy...

We are all born human then again reborn savage...
A pain only our siblings have suffered...