A Rite Of Passage Lyrics

Cut, cut, cut Cutting myself down to pieces Too hard on myself it would seem That everyone could see myself worth beneath
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 And I've realized
There's no right way to go So what if I'm a sinner I've got black spots on my liver And cancer grown on both my lungs
We take everything we know About ourselves and put them in A diary in a fire ring Scrutiny below not me now I think I'm ready to go
Back, back, back Back to the crooner in question I sure hope you all like my songs Well, maybe I put too much talk in my rhymes
And melodies so stunning brainwashing minds From day one I took pride in my Pure and honest intentions And I've realized
There's no right way to go So what if I'm a sinner I've got black spots on my liver And cancer grown on both my lungs
We take everything we know About ourselves and put them in A diary in a fire ring Scrutiny below not me now I think I'm ready to go
And I've realized That I don't wanna be judged no more And I've realized
There's no right way to go So what if I'm a sinner I've got black spots on my liver And cancer grown on both my lungs
We take everything we know About ourselves and put them in A diary in a fire ring Scrutiny below not me now I think I'm ready to go I think I'm ready to go