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