I look alive, I’m dead inside. My heart has holes and black blood flows. We’ll do some drugs, we’ll fall in love and get fucked up while the world just shrugs. With no thought Logically. We’re wondering the streets so aimlessly. I hate to see these kids just being put down so painlessly. And people say you dye your hair and wear tight jeans, that doesn’t mean; That you can’t scream, or like loud noise, you got a choice, you have a voice. And just because you showed no love and hate on us You fucked our trust. Now watch me thrust this Knife Called Lust into my Chest until it Bust.