There's something wrong with me

I cut, but I don't bleed

There's something wrong with me

I like autonomy

Away from all you freaks

There's something wrong with me

There's something wrong with me

I can feel the needles in my hands

Feel the needles in my bones

Crawling up my spine to where God only knows

For I am Death

And I can feel

I got my hands

Upon the wheel

I am not lost

For I have found

The only one

Who put me down

For I am Death

And I won't break

I got a life

I've got to take

When will it end, this suffering of late?

It was nice to know you

I'm like pornography

Cut from a magazine

There's something wrong with me

There's something wrong with me

I can feel the needles in my hands

Feel the needles in my bones

Crawling up my spine to where God only knows

For I am Death

And I can feel

I got my hands

Upon the wheel

I am not lost

For I have found

The only one

Who put me down

For I am Death

And I won't break

I got a life

I've got to take

When will it end this suffering of late?

It was nice to know you

And in the back of your mind

Where even dark is blind

Looking for a sign

Waiting for your time to come

But you can't outrun

The hand of fate

And I will wait

For I am Death

And all alone

So many years

Out on my own

And everyone just runs and hides away

Hides away from me

For I am Death

And I can feel

I got my hands

Upon the wheel

I am not lost

For I have found

The only one

Who put me down

For I am Death

And I won't break

I got a life

I've got to take

When will it end this suffering of late?

It was nice to know you