Wish I was too dead to cry Self affliction I face Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater Chorus You don't need to bother I don't need to be I'll keep slipping farther Once I hold on I won't let go till it bleeds A background run after the course Sounds more from the Bass ( ) Verse 2 Wish I was too dead to care If indeed I can at all Never had the voice to protest So you fed me I wish I had a reason My flaws are open season For this I gave up trying One good turn deserves my time