Lyrics
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) 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
