I'm so sick of being perfect when no one really...
why bother with all you people that won't see me...

Arguments, discrimination
thats all i ever get from you...

My life will stay this way
where I'm always walking with a blade in one...

See this knife...
see this wrist...

The world is dying
going corrupt...

My only biological uncle
from my mothers side...

Lying in hospital
wired tap so many machines...