Blunt

Another finger to be pointed
another voice to be heard
another finger to be pointed for
an eye for an eye
And your presence is annoying
and the lyric will burn
you can never decide
for life or suicide
Save yourself from this world
save yourself from this world
save yourself from this world
I'm a prick
i'm a loser
i'm a low life chooser
i live in the undertow
yeah i move the wrong manoeuvre
I wish you could see
what's inside my brain
i wish you could see
what's inside my brain