Текст песни Cut Me - A COLORS SHOW - Moses Sumney

When I′m weary
And so worn out
Ooh, when my mind's clouded and
Filled with doubt
That′s when I feel
The most alive
Masochistic kisses
Are how I thrive
A stiffness
Inside my neck
And bangin' my head
Against the desk
If there's no pain
Is there any progress?
That′s when I feel
The most alive
Endurance
Is the source of my pride
Might not be healthy for me
But seemingly I need
What cuts me, cuts me
Cuts me, cut me, cut me
Guess I′m a true immigrant son
No vacancies, no vacations
Sure, I could do better than this
But I don't, I won′t, I don't
What cuts me, cuts me
Cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me, yeah
That′s when I feel the most alive
Is when I think I won't survive
And you cut me, cut me, cut me, yeah
Whoa, that′s when I feel the most alive
Is when I think I won't survive
And you cut me, you cut me, ooh
Is when I feel the most real
When you cut me, cut me