S.A.D.

(I get my skin from a can, get my skin from a can

Get my skin from a can, get my skin from a can...)

And all the world shall be your enemy

I haven't eaten in days

Spent my whole weekend awake

God, get this mask off my face

(God, get this mask off my face)

I get my thoughts from a magazine

(That's what you call personality)

I get my skin from a can cause that's the kind of man I am

So I dress myself up in tragedy and thigh high apathy

May God help my enemies

This claustrophobic sting is deeper than it's ever been

(Than it's ever been...)

Ever been

Ever been

Ever been

I (I)

Hate (hate)

Everything about

Everything about (me)

Why (why)

Wait (wait)

If today could be the day?

Self-assured destruction

Knock, knock 'til the day comes

Knuckle dust in the paint work

Free fall out of the framework

Slip down the cracks in the pavement

The claustrophobic sting radiates under the skin

Deeper than it's ever been

Deeper than it's ever been

So we dress ourselves up in tragedy and thigh high apathy

May God help our enemies

May God help our enemies

I (I)

Hate (hate)

Everything about

Everything about (me)

Why (why)

Wait (wait)

If today could be the day?

Self-assured destruction

Bang, bang

Count to ten take the blank shells out and put them back again

No (NO) more (MORE) woes for me

When we're alone with ourselves, we're in awful company

I get my skin from a can

I get my skin from a can

I get my skin from a can 'cause that's the kind of man I am

I (I)

Hate (hate)

Everything about

Everything about (me)

Why (why)

Wait (wait)

If today could be the day?

Self-assured destruction

I (I)

Hate (hate)

Everything about

Everything about (me)

Why (why)

Wait (wait)

If today could be the day?

Self-assured destruction