A Rite Of Passage

Cut, cut, cut, cutting myself down to pieces
 Too hard on myself, it would seem
 That everyone could see my self-worth but me
 I'll take a stand, devise plans, figure it out
 I'll take my cuts and stitch them up with sutures of pure cement
 And I've realized
 There's no right way to go
 So what if I'm a sinner?
 I've got black spots on my liver
 And cancer growing on both my lungs
 We take everything we know
 About ourselves and put them in a diary
 In a fire ring of scrutiny, but oh not me now
 I think I'm ready to go
 Back, back, back, back to the crooner in question
 I sure hope you all like my songs
 Well maybe I put too much stock in my rhymes
 And melodies to stun the brainwashed minds
 From day one I took pride in my pure and honest intentions
 And I've realized
 There's no right way to go
 So what if I'm a sinner?
 I've got black spots on my liver
 And cancer growing on both my lungs
 We take everything we know
 About ourselves and put them in a diary
 In a fire ring of scrutiny, but oh not me now
 I think I'm ready to go
 And I've realized
 That I don't wanna be judged no more
 And I've realized
 There's no right way to go
 So what if I'm a sinner?
 I've got black spots on my liver
 And cancer growing on both my lungs
 We take everything we know
 About ourselves and put them in a diary
 In a fire ring of scrutiny, but oh not me now
 I think I'm ready to go
 I think I'm ready to go