20000 Years Old, With A Wasted Body
And My Slow Life , Enough Jokes
Tired Of Any Words, Write Songs To Hate Myself
And A Shit-Filled Brain, And A Feelingless Heart
Oh Me An Old Ugly Shape, Even Worse Inside
A Freak In The Mirror, A Stink Hole In The Crowd
Sicken Of Being A Name, When It Has No Shame
I Am A Loser, Look At My Face Now
I Am A Loser, Spit On Me And Just Leave Me Alone
Born As An Absurdity, Come As A Son Of Hate
A Clockwork Singer, Maybe A Bigger Signer
Tired Of Any Words, Write Songs To Hate Myself
And A Shit-Filled Brain, And A Feelingless Heart
Alone Alone Alone Alone Alone