You can pray all day to Satan
 
 You can drive pretty fast
 
 You can drink with your prescriptions
 
 But it never comes to pass
 
 
 
 I know you don't believe me
 
 But you're gonna see, you're gonna see
 
 One hundred and three
 
 
 
 You can make marks with a razor
 
 Choke out on the bed
 
 But do you feel a sense of failure
 
 When you just can't end up dead?
 
 
 
 I know you don't believe me
 
 But you're gonna see, you're gonna see
 
 One hundred and three
 
 
 
 How can I get it through to you?
 
 I just don't think your death wish
 
 Is gonna come, is gonna come true