What's left to drain me?

Punks and freaks they all hate me

Squares dare to understand

Do you know what you're talking about?

Help me ruin you

You got to bleed just to make them feel

Just when you think you got it figured out

We'll blow the smoke right into your face

Loads of shrapnel full of fear and sincere emptiness spell it out

L, o, n, e, l, i, n, e, s, s

S. O. S!