| XIII the king, coming creeping up the street |
| Switchblade in my hands, fresh flesh in my teeth |
| I’m quick to damage my surroundings, slash and thrash and rip the ground up |
| Tear the sky down, every time I cry now |
| All this power in my hands |
| So I can’t feel alive, now |
| I can’t feel my mind, now |
| I can’t even try now |
| I feel no remorse or mercy |
| I feel no remorse or mercy, only apathy is lurking |
| Hurting everything I touch, this is why I don’t want love |
| This is why I wanna die, this is why I hate myself |
| It’s also why I wanna live, also why I love myself |
| Sometimes I don’t make no sense, sometimes you just can’t understand |
| This is why I hate myself, this is why I love myself |
| This is why I hate myself, this is why I love myself |
| This is why I hate myself, this is why I love myself |
| This is why I hate myself, this is why I love myself |