loser heroes with no way out
having no battles to fight
grass, threes, air, roots
I know the joy that the failure brings.
someone has forgotten how
someone never care about
me and you, the mass, the rules
my whole skin is black and blue.
small as a fist, big as a heart
the entire world don't count
it's all about you

when the answer's who am i now.
you oughta know
you oughta know how get past,
an ineffectual nothing,
you should get used, strippen clean, somehow
it makes me torn down