The life that I am steering
Eternally sneering
There's nothing special about me
Just like you, a hundred reasons to doubt me
Do not deviate
Just follow the lit path
An opponent of monogamy
I prefer the four tissue fantasies
Don't question the existence of hell
Before you find the source of the smell
If you can't love the one you want
Just love yourself
If you can't love yourself
Just go f*ck yourself
Into the light we go
All the way to the show
This man must live by his own agenda
No man who gives his life away
More craving for his precious anaesthesia
For pain of rotting life away
Into the light we go
All the way to the show
This man must stand by his evolution
Genes never go out of fascion
Penetrate to make a contribution
F*ck the lit path
I like to soak in anaesthesia cuz some rays of light aren't meant to please ya
This song is open for misinterpretation, relentless state, like a zombie nation
I like this part of my life alone, the battle of the wrists can grind me to the bone
Fighting for no moon light dancer, at least I have this mental cancer