Cut Me کے بول

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) Inside my neck (and) Bangin' my head (a) Against 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 wont, 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 Hurt me, hurt me