Life sucks, it backfires.
Just sucks, it admires.
Everything that I say and make. 
Every step of my fallen mistakes.
It only catches on to your hate.
What the fuck is life anyway?

It's the stale insides I have to eat.
It's the sick-fucked people I have to meet.
In hated life, there's a seat for me
Sit back, here's what life is to me.

The feeling inside before I throw up.
The second after torture, when you've finally had enough.
The thought left knowing, you let everything go.
When this upturned feeling grows.

CHORUS:
What the fuck is life anyway?
When I hear the word, I don't know what to say
My inner rage, what the fuck is life, another hate?

Life is an herb that kills you.
Life is the 45 that forces to shoot.
My hysterical mind,My murdered inner guide.
My heart to rust, The sickness between us.

A knife that kills everything to dust
A catastrophe life that I have to live.
The feeling left when I give.
The sighted thrill, the quivered chill.

*chorus*