Another finger to be pointed
Another voice to be heard
Another finger to be pointed
An eye for an eye
And your presence is annoying
And you never got burned
I could never decide for life or suicide
Save yourself from this world
Save yourself from this world
Save yourself from this world, save yourself
I'm a prick, I'm a loser
I'm a low-life chooser
I live in the undertow
Yeah, I move the wrong manoever
I wish you could see what's inside my brain
I wish you could see what's inside my
Stop fuckin' around punk