Yet another fight with mother,
Again a fit I threw.
If only I controlled the latter.
Can't she understand how I feel?
That the world hopes to drag me down?
Through the ground? Into the devil's arms?

I was just at school, never loved, never more.
Just me, trying to live in a world that beats up on my mind and me.
They never loved, never cared.
Don't they understand?
That the world seeks to do me in?
To diminish my grin? To drag me into the devil's arms?

Father's wasn't much better than the rest.
Far from the best.
We don't agree on anything. Don't see eye to eye. I kinda wish that he would just die.
Doesn't he understand?
That the world would get to me?
Making me wish that it would just kill me? Would be so mean?
To drag me down? Through the ground?
Into the devil's arms?

I am finally alone in darkness,
don't have to worry about a likeness.
The world finally let me go,
let me explore death on my own.
To be where I want. To be what I want; a speck on my own, where no one can hurt me.
Can the world drag me down?
As if into a creek to drown? Through the ground? Into the devil's arms?
The answer is no, I am high above it now, safe and sound.