Hey [bad word] quick
I [bad word] myself and it will stick
For how long ever after
Oh, even if I quit
The pain will last and I don’t fit
In this parade

Try hating the world
Like I’m used to
Try hating the world
It’s all I ask of

Take the sun right from the sky
Fill it with clouds and bitter lies
So longs as you’re happy [bad word] through my mind
You’ve got your scars, well I got mine
To hold you through