Letras
It feels like Jesus on the cross
It's so religious in its loss
A graven image in the mud
Like when I shed my precious blood
I am a loser, I am Satan, I am Jesus Christ, I'm me
There are no winners in this fucked reality
I am a loser, I am Satan, I am Jesus Christ, I'm me
There are no winners in this fucked reality
Atrophic interludes weave through my life far too often
For me to fight the biggest enemies
I have no feelings like love or pain, it makes me go insane
When I see what's happening to me, I say
"I am a loser, I am Satan, I am Jesus Christ, I'm me
There are no winners in this fucked reality"
I am a loser, I am Satan, I am Jesus Christ, I'm me
There are no winners in this fucked reality
There are no idols, no heroes in a world of death
It's all a joke and so are you
So am I to think, just look and see
It's a fucked reality, fucked reality
Fucked reality, fucked reality
Fucked reality