It feels like jesus on the cross. 

It's so religious in it's loss: 

graven image in the mud, 

like when I shed my precious blood. 

I am a loser, 

I am satan, 

I am jesus christ, 

I'm me. 

There are no winnners in this [bad word] reality. (2x) 

Atrophic interludes weave through my life far too often 

for me to fight the biggest enemies. 

I have no feelings, like love or pain, it makes me go insane 

when I see what's happening to me... I say: 

I am a loser, 

I am satan, 

I am jesus christ, 

I'm me. 

There are no winnners in this [bad word] reality. (2x) 

There are no idols, no heroes in a world of death. 

It's all a joke and so are you, 

and so am I... think? just look and see... 

It's a [bad word] reality. (4x)