When I′m weary

And so worn out

Ooh, when my mind's clouded andFilled 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