A Rite of Passage Bayside

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
And I've realized

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 so stunning brainwashing minds
From day one I took pride in my
Pure and honest intentions