There’s something wrong with me
I cut, but I don’t bleed
There’s something wrong with me

I like autonomy
Away from all you freaks
There’s something wrong with me
There’s something wrong with me

I can feel the needles in my hands
Feel the needles in my bones
Crawling up my spine to where God only knows

For I am Death
And I can feel
I got my hands
Upon the wheel
I am not lost
For I have found
The only one
Who put me down

For I am Death
And I won’t break
I got a life
I’ve got to take
When will it end, this suffering of late?
It was nice to know you

I'm like pornography
Cut from a magazine
There’s something wrong with me
There’s something wrong with me

I can feel the needles in my hands
Feel the needles in my bones
Crawling up my spine to where God only knows

For I am Death
And I can feel
I got my hands
Upon the wheel
I am not lost
For I have found
The only one
Who put me down

For I am Death
And I won’t break
I got a life
I’ve got to take
When will it end, this suffering of late?
It was nice to know you

And in the back of your mind
Where even dark is blind
Looking for a sign
Waiting for your time to come
But you can’t outrun
The hand of fate
And I will wait

For I am Death
And all alone
So many years
Out on my own
And everyone just runs and hides away
Hides away from me

For I am Death
And I can feel
I got my hands
Upon the wheel
I am not lost
For I have found
The only one
Who put me down

For I am Death
And I won’t break
I got a life
I’ve got to take
When will it end this suffering of late
It was nice to know you