作词 : Mould
The most intense of burning hells
Blasting expectations into smithereens
Never feeling normal, can't accept the truth
Resign myself to hating it, i hate it all
Can't say that i don't like it
Because the words won't come out right
All i feel is bitter, and it won't make it better
59 times the pain, i could never be like you
59 times the pain, i could never be like you
59 times the pain
Never figured out eating 3 meals a day
When the people sit in their broken-down homes
Look at the photos from different eras gone by
Shows the changes, and i hate them all
Don't want to live with myself
Can't live with what goes on
All i see is the humiliation
I wish it was gone