We're all messed up
In this fucked up world
Filled with liars and cheats
That make it shrivelled and curled

We all have our problems
Stuck in our head
All obsessed with these flaws
Acting like living dead

Some deal with these problems
In the worst of worst ways
Injecting, snorting, drinking
Turning weeks into days

Yet we deal with them differently
For better or for worse
Slicing, burning, bruising
Listening to those demons, we are cursed

Like everyone else in this life
They feed us hatred and lies
The demons tell us we're worthless?
Better get out the knives

But it's better than the rest
Who throw their lives away
With those drugs and alcohol
I'd prefer the demons any day...