I've killed off the parts of me
That prove to be weak
Unable to cope with this world
And the terrors of life that keep me awake through the night

I'd poison myself like a sport, competitively
The last man standing's the loser
And the first one down is the first one to find the escape
And I never lose

I grew tired of running, and hiding, and lying
And searching for solutions to my problems
At the bottom of the fuckin bottle

Find the strength and kill yourself
Reinvent the new you
Find the strength and kill all the parts
That you don't love