When I die I wanna go to [bad word] Because I [bad word] hate where I am if you couldn't tell
Every day is a cancer
Robbed blind of my [bad word] chances
I always hoped they'd play this song at my funeral
So they'd understand what I've been going through
I am a [bad word] up
Pathetic and washed up
Down on my luck
blade away from giving up

Abandoned, and lost in a land
Where you're taken for granted
They put guns in your hand and
They're loaded
They tell you don't blow it
Force fed these bullets hope that I don't choke

Pump my body with formaldahyde and gouge out my [bad word] eyes
Put them in your [bad word] head
Then tell me how it feels to only breathe in lead

So I load up the 9 and tell myself that I'm not out of my mind
I'm just a little sick right now
I'm just a little sick right now
Danger danger, a manic on the loose [bad word] roulette with 6 loaded chambers

I'm everybody's favorite problem child
The tragedy you all love
Who's addicted to saying sorry
And in love with not being enough
Always been the villain
Always been the villain

I am alone, I am alone
So pump my body with formaldehyde
And gouge out my [bad word] eyes
The worlds a [bad word] evil place
Even kindness leaves a bitter taste