I can make it hurt the less
I’m [bad word] worthless, 
I can say it clear and ample 
Use me as a bad example

It’s a red eye arrival, 
I’m not fighting for survival 
And I am not afraid to be 
stitch in life’s rich tapestry

There is magic in my oblivion 
Something you could not abide 
It’s my fair tragic [bad word] 
Sought with my virgin suicide

I keep searching till I find 
Back to my virgin state of mind 
The urgent drive to where I belong 
Is as deep as 16 horses strong

One day I will glow as bright, 
As it gets dark at night 
But when the sun sets down on me 
Suddenly there is agony

There is magic in my oblivion 
Something you could not abide 
It’s my fair tragic [bad word] 
Sought with my virgin suicide

Heaven send, earth bound,  [bad word] bend, unsound 
I’m all alone and on my own 
In [bad word] zone

And in spite of earths profusion 
I just came to the conclusion 
It got nothing I will miss 
So there’s no better time than this

Since there is magic in my oblivion 
Something from which I cannot hide 
It’s my fair tragic [bad word] 
Sealed with my virgin suicide