I was brought up/ in this revolting world
to respect myself and others.
Lose myself otherwise I find myself cutting up-
Myself is good
myself is great
then why do I hate it so much?
My wonderful life/ I feel so nice/ because I don't care/
because there it nothing.
Beyond your mind/ you will never see/ because I ripped it out/
and shoved it up your ass!
You let me die/ it cripples me in my wound/
I do not discuss/ because it takes over my mind.
The miracle of life/ takes its part/ and makes a new life/
so that it can take over mine
Lies that all I've been through, disguise myself.
Why do I have to be part of this side show,
but it doesn't matter anymore...
for nothing was a meaning...
for nothing was a....meaning...
my wonderful life