Put me in my place
scratch the flesh off of my face
wrap up my malfunction
don't let years of screaming go to waste
does it make you feel alright
does it help you to ignite
my vision falls so short
of your sight
does it help you hate me?
Now you want me to leave
fine fine genuine
you finally asked me to leave
well I tried, but you lied
I lived while you lied
I tried
maybe it's due to knives and notions
that make me act this way
maybe I'll use knives and notions
maybe I'll make you pay·