It feels like jesus on the cross.   It's so religious in it's loss:   A 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 fucked reality. [x2]      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 fucked reality. [x2]      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 fucked reality. [x4]