I can't seem to fathom

how we live in this world

of pain, under the knife see

our bodies grow frail, ravaged

by disease my heart grows weak,

and there's nothing to cure

the pain or to heal my scars now.

I won't live my life under the

knife. If my fate's been chosen

then I will exist, or should I put

the razor to my wrist,

I'm alone is this fight, how will

I prove I'm right? I won't live

my life under the knife.