When I′m weary
And so worn out
Ooh, when my mind's clouded andFilled with doubt
That′s when I feel
The most alive
Masochistic kisses
Are how I thrive
A stiffness
(In) Side my neck
(And) Bangin' my head
(A) Gainst the desk
(Woah) If there's no pain
(Is) There any progress
That′s when I feel
The most alive
Endurance
Is the source of my pride
Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me
Guess I′m a true immigrant son
No vacancies, no vacations
Sure, I could do better than this
But I don't, I won′t, I don't
Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me
Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me
Hurt me, hurt me
Hurt me, hurt me
