letra de a rite of passage - 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 st-tch them up
with sutures of pure cement and
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 grown on both my lungs
we take everything we know
about ourselves and put them in
a diary in a firing
scrutiny blown on 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 talk in my rhymes
and melodies so stunning brainwashing 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 grown on both my lungs
we take everything we know
about ourselves and put them in
a diary in a firing
scrutiny blown on 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 grown on both my lungs
we take everything we know
about ourselves and put them in
a diary in a firing
scrutiny blown on me now
i think i’m ready to go…
i think i’m ready to go!