Suppose I said I got used to it,
Would you believe it all?

Of course you would.

It's not that deep,
It's just pain,

All it takes is a little push.

It's life,
Of course, it's a sadist,

Whatever it takes,
It will always take you away.

Whether you're done,
Or you were just gonna begin,

Whether you're hunted,
Or you're the hunter.

No favorites,
But the killers seem to live longer,

No faults,
But the good people seem to die harder.

No smiles,
No laughs,

Pure gloom,
Pure dark,

But I guess I'm just used to it all.