I think we all feel this way at times...and if you don't, you might be part of the problem.
Lyrics
I live on a razor, feel the steel beginning to sever, want my hand in everything, chopping off my fingers, I can't hold on forever!
I get on my bad side more so than the others around me, killing me is my naiveté, I feel the darkness enclosing
Why try anything when you keep stopping me? Programming it's never good enough, How did you get where you are? You're so ordinary
I'm afraid to be me, but more afraid to be you
Who do I have to kill just to get fucking noticed?
I don't want a piece of that psuedo American Dream, how did you get where you're at? Scraping all the cream from the bottom
