CUT ME - A COLORS SHOW

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 Inside my neck And bangin' my head Against the desk 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 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 What cuts me, cuts me Cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me, yeah That's when I feel the most alive Is when I think I won't survive And you cut me, cut me, cut me, yeah Whoa, that's when I feel the most alive Is when I think I won't survive And you cut me, you cut me, ooh Is when I feel the most real When you cut me, cut me