Blunt

Another finger to be pointed

Another voice to be heard

Another finger to be pointed

An eye for an eye

And your presence is annoying

And you never got burned

I could never decide for life or suicide

Save yourself from this world

Save yourself from this world

Save yourself from this world, save yourself

I'm a prick, I'm a loser

I'm a low-life chooser

I live in the undertow

Yeah, I move the wrong manoever

I wish you could see what's inside my brain

I wish you could see what's inside my...

Stop fuckin' around punk