Cut Me

When I'm weary And so worn out Ooh, when my mind's clouded and Filled 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