There's times that it seems to me all of mankind is a curse
Like a disease spreading out in a stain on the earth
Somehow we manage to make it from hour to hour
Crushed underfoot by the man who can gather the power
I'm beating the walls til my fists are like pieces of beef
Tearing the skin til it shows all the scars underneath
Wanting to fight yet resigned to the truth through the pain
That the light at the end of the tunnel's an oncoming train
No more will I be the victim, will I be the loser,
will I be the wretched one
Each day you're told you should find something positive to say
To put a good face on the wretched excuse for a day
What they must mean is to try hard to swallow the pain
Spending your hours while awake telling lies to your brain
Just one more day eating shit breathing fumes from the air
Just one more day of abuse and the lies and despair
Just one more step on the path to the cold lonely grave
I have no soul left to what are you trying to save?
In my life, all hurt, all strife, I have been beat down
And stepped on and spit on and I cannot take anymore!