 I can't be remembered as a great adventurer.
Make a mark, or make a stain.
But take it for what it is.
Nothing gets to me like mediocrity.
Shedding(?) the stage to be on my way
But there's a mean little bastard living inside of me
An abscess, some kind of growth.
My God, that sounds so gross.
They call me kid cancer, and now I know why
Invite me to dinner, sing now I'm inside.
If I can't be a hero, I'll be a plague
Charmed up you bears now, they're all dead, they're all dead
So make a mark, or make a stain, and take it for what it is.
I'm made of goo, and needles, too. I'll take it all.
Shedding(?) the stage, I've been carried away
Like a kid in a candy store, pockets full of razorblades
Sticking gum in sister's hair, or in the back of my pants
They call me kid cancer, I call myself me.
For once it's a name, there's always one stage, the pages of history
If these fingers were knives, the things I'd believe
Oh, you'll paint a desert with the things you will say.
I'd bet these lips will get admired, with praise ?
Like any great performer, wanting nothing but fame.
Shedding(?) the stage, but I got fucking outplayed!
And the demon advanced with a hidden agenda: Me
??????, I guess it's been a while
They call me kid cancer, the beast calls me son
I haven't yet decided, it isn't sure, is this fun?
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