(picture by Sue Suhaimi)Hell-bent on my path of self-destruction,
I don't know about you, but if given an option,
I would choose to live on the edge of a razorblade
But it's times like these I get distracted from my crusade
Feel my face burn into a shade of crimson
I'll get used to this, that's my expection
I hear you, all of you, perforating my eardrums
I like it! But I was kinda hoping you would jump
Through An Aperture, the cameras are filming
Through lenses, images on retinae are forming
They're all blinded by adoration
What can i do but sing?!?!?!
I've. ne. ver. felt. so. ALIVE.