I am not your social pariah

I’m tired of being singled out

Out with this sense of lament

This shit really bums me out

You said it would never be easy

That I’ll never figure it out

Out with the tired bullshit

It’s got me feeling worn down

Its got me feeling worn down

Its got me feeling worn down

Its got me feeling worn down

Its got me feeling worn down

Its got me feeling worn down

You said it would never be easy

I think your a fraud

Number one in the martyr contest

Blessed by the hand of god

Better off with a head full of acid

And trying to diffuse a bomb

Picking up all the scattered piecеs

To find that I’ve had it all wrong

I think ive had it all wrong

I think ive had it all wrong

I think ivе had it all wrong

I think ive had it all wrong

I think ive had it all wrong

You take every word spit it back in my face

I hate this empty home and everything you disgrace

I want everything to come back to me

You die on the cross

Make me a bitter slave

You think it’s all so easy

I think your a fraud

Number one in the martyr contest

Bless by the hand of god

By the hands of

By the hands of

By the hands of

God

By the hands of

By the hands of

By the hands of

God

My eyes are open wide

Thanks for the coffin

I’m happy

You survived