I try to fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase I'm in a war against the world that won't ever let me go And every single day I'm digging my own grave I want to drink away all my insecurities Is it a coping mechanism or do I like waste away I try to fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase The scars on my skin separate me from the rest Now I'm convinced that I'm god's mistake You see the scars on my skin and scratches on my wrist They don't call for aid, they remind me of the pain And when every single day I am digging my own grave Then I'd rather be aggressive than submissive when I fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase The scars on my skin separate me from the rest Now I'm convinced that I'm god's mistake I'm a victim of my self destructive needs I'm a loser, I'm a user and a coward, fuck I try to fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase I try to fight my rage, holding on to my steady pace With thoughts in my head of mistakes I can't erase The scars on my skin separate me from the rest Now I'm convinced that I'm god's mistake Fuck