Honestly, I think there's something wrong with me
Constantly, or maybe I'm too blind to see
Can't you tell , I've let it all go straight to hell
Lost myself, simply living for the funeral bells
I'm not the picture of perfection natural selection always seems to make me think I'd be
Matter of the fact that I lack the tact to ever act like a human being
It's more than a song, it's a chronicle a lifetime long
I maybe wrong, seems I have been all along
I won't sign my name to anything accepting blame
I'm not saying I've no reasons that I am ashamed
Is it the products that I buy that make me like this, higher than a kite on store-bought spite
Maybe so
Save it I don't need your predictions, I'm giving in to my addictions, let me go