This is it      Nothing has ever been any clearer   The little voice inside my head says:   Finish me   I am defected   Ressurected   Then rejected      Born to catastrophe   That's how I know you're right   Makes no sense   Now I think there's something wrong with me   There's something wrong with you      Photograph for the inoculated.   It's a scab. Infected, incubated.   Hide the cure, no one is worthy of it.   Make this pure.      I won't lie   But if I tell you the truth you will run   I won't try   But honestly this is so much fun      Born   And then live   Now you die   Repeat it, repeat it      But you kick.   And you scream.   And you cry.   Why me? Why me?      Yes, you're the one that we want   No denying      Photograph for the inoculated.   It's a scab. Infected, incubated.   Hide the cure, no one is worthy of it.   Make them pure.      I won't lie   But if I tell you the truth you will run   I won't try   But baby I'm having fun   Please let me explain everything.      Violence to unblock the sun.   Violence is the only cure.   Maggots will be the monetary.   Kill me to make something scary      It is a crime   It's a drug   Make the choice   Make your choice