Fucked up things, that's the deal.
Death, poison, pain is all running in my vain.
Hate, burns throe raw flesh.
Means I hate to hate,
but hate to love.

It's all in my head.
God damn!
I knows who's the blame for that,
every one but me.

Try, I try so hard to belong,
its not easy at all you know.
Then fuck it,
one moment a queer,
and the next a guy.
Full of bullshit i know!

Oh come on,
try to ride the sun.
In 20 years or so,
you'll think they wont cry?

Then Nazareth said it best
Love Hurts,
love scars,.

I know the deal,
I cry all day and all night,
for 24 hours of nothing,
all alone.

That's not fair,
All but so far away,
Don't know what to do.
Full of hate and Rage!
Rage just every were.