Celladoor - Borderline Lyrics

I got this thing and this thing is all right
Nobody knows why but somebody might
It keeps me alive but it kills me inside
I'm worth more dead than I'm worth alive
I'm tired a living, I'm tired of life
I'm too tired to end this but too tired to fight
So tell me bald man, tell me with your big stick
Tell me to open up, tell me all of that shit

See now I know I'm not special but I cant seem to happily keep
Dancing like a battery chicken with no fucking feet
Because I've seen this big picture that you speak of so much
You say it's beautiful and we should all give a fuck
Well that's all good mr enlightened, miss right
I must be broken, ah it must be the devil inside
It's not hard to fix this in fact it's easy
Just blame it on something that you cannot see

My lord, my lord, my lord
What makes you better than me
My lord, my lord, my lord
What makes you better than me
My lord, my lord, my lord
What makes you better than me
My lord, my lord, my lord
What makes you better than me

So if your sick of my sadness, if your sick of this song
Just know I'm sick of your lessons and I'm too sick to go on
For the wise cannot help as they don't really know
And the ones that did died with a shotgun under there nose
I am the germ and I am the cure
I want to be everything and I want to be more
Don't look at me but don't look away
I need you to leave me but I need you to stay

Will these words matter and will they live on
Will they make me famous, will they make me a god
I despise this person and I despise myself
I want to be grateful and I want mental health
It's funny how I seem unstable and burnt
It's funny how this rock will continue to turn
So why am I not laughing, why can't I be
What the fuck is it that I'm failing to see

My lord, my lord, my lord
What makes you better than me
My lord, my lord, my lord
What makes you better than me
My lord, my lord, my lord
What makes you better than me
My lord, my lord, my lord
What makes you better than me