It feels like jesus on the cross.
  It's so religious in it's loss:
  A graven image in the mud,
  like when I shed my precious blood.
    I am a loser,
  I am satan,
  I am jesus christ,
  I'm me.
  There are no winnners in this fucked reality. [x2]
    Atrophic interludes weave through my life far too often
  for me to fight the biggest enemies.
  I have no feelings, like love or pain, it makes me go insane
  when I see what's happening to me... I say:
    I am a loser,
  I am satan,
  I am jesus christ,
  I'm me.
  There are no winnners in this fucked reality. [x2]
    There are no idols, no heroes in a world of death.
  It's all a joke and so are you,
  and so am I... think? just look and see...
  It's a fucked reality. [x4]