I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight High off the law, drunk from my hate,It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me She fuckin' hates me and I love it
