I can`t seem to fathom how we live in this world of pain, under the knife see our bodies grow frail, ravaged by disease my heart grows weak, and there`s nothing to cure the pain or to heal my scars now. I won`t live my life under the knife. If my fate`s been chosen then I will exist, or should I put the razor to my wrist, I`m alone is this fight, how will I prove I`m right? I won`t live my life under the knife.
