I was born against all better judgement, like the internet, just like your favorite band.

I was born to kill the compe33on, like your favorite gun.

Oh? I'm your chosen one?

Yeah.

Tell me, tell me, tell me what I have to say?

Tell me why there's bullets in my brain? Because I'm driving these streets again with no

plan and no way out.

Come on, tell me is this life a losing game?

Are we really just atoms lost in space?

Because I'd rather fuck around and lose myself if that's the case.

And I don't wanna have to face the end then start over again.

Run it back into oblivion.

I think I'd rather stay and watch it all play out.

Oh, it's coming back around.

I was born against all better judgement, yeah.

I was born to kill the competition, yeah.

I was born against all better judgement, yeah.

I was born to kill the competition, yeah.

And now I'm running from the old days,

Getting caught up again in the same ways that I said I would mend when I went back to

the place where it all began.

And now I'm fucking up the same things,

Getting hung up again on the same strings that I once used to bend in the basement of a

house that I used to know.

But now I'm left alone.

Alright, fuck it up.

I was born against all better judgement, yeah.

I was born to kill the competition, yeah.

I was born against all better judgement, yeah.

I was born to kill the competition, yeah.