My body, a figure, a small fragment of pure pain.

When I see me I see gods hatred. 

If god wanted me to be something great

He wouldnt have made depression my inevitable fate.

Im scared of the razor I use everyday 

Lifes a game,

And my claim to fame is gonna be me going insane

the voices come out and pull the trigger

shit, it was just a dream

back to my razor the thing i fear the most

and put on that curtain raiser smile

the show must go on...