It's my lack of sensitivity that makes me who I am   A sunken buried treasure chest, shall I draw you a diagram?   Wrap my wrists in heavy gauze that's two less for me to choose   A sunken buried treasure chest, makes me who I am      Diagram, it's who I am   Diagram, it's who I, who I, who I am      Much love I got for those who give me 15 minutes or more   Strip me of my dignity and treat me like a whore   A sunken buried treasure chest, makes me who I am   So forget you worthless piece of shit, just follow the diagram      Diagram, it's who I am   Diagram, it's who I, who I, who I am      The picture perfect purity soils me to the bone   The picture perfect God in me destroys me when I'm alone   I swear to God, I'm not so bad if you search for who I am   The picture perfect God in me makes me who I am      Diagram, it's who I am   Diagram, it's who I, who I, who I am