I can't take it anymore

That's it I've had it

Guess I'll take my life for granted

Get me off this fucking planet

I'm so alone I can't stand it

So numb god damn it

Gonna make this fucking graphic

Clean my blood off of the granite

And chalk me up as psychopathic

The worst part in life isn't suffering death

It's living with all of the sins you commit

The worst part in life isn't suffering death

But losing the organ that beats in your chest

I hate that I have to call this mad world mine

I'm sick of faking a smile all of the time

I am cold to the core with no blood inside

My life feels like a joke

Death is the punchline

(Death is the punchline)

All of these people around feeling blessed

Tricked by the cross wrapped around their necks

All of these people around feeling blessed

While I walk around with a knife in my chest

Over and over the same fucking mess

Religion, politicians make everyone stressed

Over and over the same fucking mess

Enough to make me put a gun to my head

I hate that I have to call this mad world mine

I'm sick of faking a smile all of the time

I am cold to the core with no blood inside

My life feels like a joke, death is the punchline

Nothing can save me

Nothing can save me

Nothing can save me

Nothing can save me

No Christ above me

No Devil down below

There is only one true god

I promise you will all come to know

Death

Death

(I hate that I have to call this mad world mine)

(Mine, mine)

I am cold to the core with no blood inside

My life feels like a joke

Death is the punchline

Nothing can save me

The worst part in life isn't suffering death

Nothing can save me

But living without the organ beating in your chest