I can’t
seem to fathom how we live in this world of pain,
under the knife see our bodies grow frail,
ravaged by disease my heart grows weak,
and there’s nothing to cure the pain or to heal my scars now.
I won’t live my life under the knife.
If my fate’s been chosen then I will exist,
or should I put the razor to my wrist,
I’m alone is this fight, how will I prove I’m right?
I won’t live my life under the knife.