Here we go again motherfucker
Come on down and see the idiot right here
Too fucked to beg and not afraid to care
What’s the matter with calamity anyway?
Right, get the fuck out of my face
Understand that I can’t feel anything
It isn’t like I wanna sift through the decay
I feel like a wound; like I got a fucking gun
Against my head-you live when I’m dead
One more time motherfucker
Everybody hates me now so fuck it
Blood’s on my face;on my hands
And I don’t know why; I’m not afraid to cry
But that’s none of your business
Whose life is it? Get it? See it? Feel it?
Eat it? Spin it around so I can spit in its face
I want to leave without a trace