A Rite of Passage Songtext
von Bayside

Cut, cut, cut, cutting myself down to pieces
Too hard on myself, it would seem
That everyone could see my self-worth but me
I′ll take a stand, devise plans, figure it out
I'll take my cuts and stitch them up with sutures of pure cement
And I′ve realized

There's no right way to go
So what if I'm a sinner?
I′ve got black spots on my liver
And cancer growing on both my lungs
We take everything we know
About ourselves and put them in a diary
In a fire ring of scrutiny, but oh not me now
I think I′m ready to go


Back, back, back, back to the crooner in question
I sure hope you all like my songs
Well maybe I put too much stock in my rhymes
And melodies to stun the brainwashed minds
From day one I took pride in my pure and honest intentions
And I've realized

There′s no right way to go
So what if I'm a sinner?
I′ve got black spots on my liver
And cancer growing on both my lungs
We take everything we know
About ourselves and put them in a diary
In a fire ring of scrutiny, but oh not me now
I think I'm ready to go

And I′ve realized
That I don't wanna be judged no more
And I've realized


There′s no right way to go
So what if I′m a sinner?
I've got black spots on my liver
And cancer growing on both my lungs
We take everything we know
About ourselves and put them in a diary
In a fire ring of scrutiny, but oh not me now
I think I′m ready to go
I think I'm ready to go