A Rite Of Passage

A Rite Of Passage

Bayside
(album: The Walking Wounded)

Cut, cut, cut, cutting myself down to pieces
Too hard on myself it would seem
That everyone could see my self-worth but me

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 firing
Scrutiny blown on 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 firing
Scrutiny blown on 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 firing
Scrutiny blown on me now
I think I´m ready to go...

I think I´m ready to go!