So you think you found the meaning of life
But you found it through a who*e
Three years ago I saw my path
But I wanted so much more
We swing on hooks like slabs of meat
Freezing in the cold
The temperature k**s of the disease
But this purity grows old
You do not understand my mind
My motives my thought
I'm quite selfish as you will find
It's a trait that you have taught