This is it Nothing has ever been any clearer The little voice inside my head says: Finish me I am defected Resurrected Then rejected Born to catastrophe That's how I know you're right Makes no sense Now I think there's something wrong with me There's something wrong with you Photograph for the inoculated It's a scab. Infected, incubated Hide the cure, no one is worthy of it Make this pure I won't lie But if I tell you the truth you will run I won't try But honestly this is so much fun Born And then live Now you die Repeat it, repeat it But you kick And you scream And you cry Why me? Why me? Yes, you're the one that we want No denying Photograph for the inoculated It's a scab. Infected, incubated Hide the cure, no one is worthy of it Make them pure I won't lie But if I tell you the truth you will run I won't try But baby I'm having fun Please let me explain everything Violence to unblock the sun Violence is the only cure Maggots will be the monetary k** me to make something scary It is a crime It's a drug Make the choice Make your choice