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It feels like jesus on the cross. It's so religious in it's loss: A graven image in the mud, Like when I shed my precious blood. I am a loser, I am satan, I am jesus christ, I'm me. There are no winnners in this fucked reality. [x2] Atrophic interludes weave through my life far too often For me to fight the biggest enemies. I have no feelings, like love or pain, it makes me go insane When I see what's happening to me... I say: I am a loser, I am satan, I am jesus christ, I'm me. There are no winnners in this fucked reality. [x2] There are no idols, no heroes in a world of death. It's all a joke and so are you, And so am I... think? just look and see... It's a fucked reality. [x4] From Letras Mania