Battles rage on, the war in my head. 
These contemplations, never end. 
Soldiers line up, one by one. 
I just want it to be done. 

This life was not made for me 
Dead by 25 is all I'll ever be 
I can't see myself alive for more 
And watch the world thirst for gore 

No one will help me in this [bad word] up world 

I mean nothing and I'm not worth saving 

Tell me things that will rot in my brain 
Keep me thinking, keep myself sane 
My disease will spread to those around me 
Poison their minds with irrational thinking 

This life was not made for me 
Dead by 25 is all I'll ever be 
I can't see myself alive much longer 
As I kill all those around me with disease and hunger 

All my life I've been treated like the outcast 
Never had any friends, no one had my back 
But now I'm older and I [bad word] have seen 
The knife in my back is all you will mean 

Everyone is gone 
No one lasts forever 
Things are so [bad word] up 
In this plague I call my life 
I'm all alone 
Im all by myself 

Outcast 
I will never be anything 
Outcast 
This is my ending