cold metal pierces my skin and becomes warm
as my skin splits and spits up blood, my brain twitches
becuase it knows it's wrong, what i do is wrong.
a permanent scar for a temporary problem
i say i'm not going to do thins tomorrow
but i do
it's my secret, so far no one knows,
no one suspects, i'm innocent,
i'm a good good, and i have no problems
bullshit, i'm a fucking basketcase
one day i'll take the fall for it,
one day i'll have complete happiness
that day will come when i'm dead and burried
fortunately my clock is ticking
all our clocks are ticking
then we'll all start over in our next lives
yes, maybe for me, maybe for you
maybe not
