It's eaten who I am It pauses plans It took my
Hands beaten Tool I am The fools and ham,
But that's OK

Well I've fought to succeed against the cold
Shoulders of misfortune and it's elusive
Schemes

When I'd seen it all I thought I was fit to judge it
Until I lost my wyn

Those Days come like napalm and burnt out
Those things that make some and break some to
Amount to shit

But I'm OK with it stapled to my head!
Play god the wrong OK I think we know that
Feeling deep down I'm not so scorned , just
Neuro fibro deformed

The truth is I'd rather live like shit than conform
And stoop to novelty

The less I care, the less I feel