Cut Me

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