Seems to me I need some identity, seems to me I've become the oddity...When all your wishes are granted, many of your dreams will be destroyed...I wouldn't be ugly if you couldn't see me, I wouldnt regret you if you wouldn't hate me...Lets just cut our wrists like cheap coupons and say that death is on sale today. Because I'm not a slave to a god that doesn't exist and I'm not a slave to a world that doesnt give a shit