Don't try to compare everyone else's pain Don't grab the power and decide How much it hurts The diversity makes a pain worse Look in your face because it's aching Breaking me within Let my muscles turn into something Without a constance within Fear that my head is overwhelming By the stress I feel within The one, that feels heavier With every minute that rinse And you're spitting on the warm asphalt Your full of hatred Sticky gull in your mouth You feel so wasted What kind of purpose has a victory When the winner feels worthless What kind of purpose has simplicity When the minimum is tasteless And you're sweating on the warm seat You're such a dirtbag What kind of purpose has simplicity When the minimum is tasteless Don't try to compare Don't try to compare