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)