Bother.

Wish I was too dead to cry, my self-affliction fades

Stones to throw at my creator, masochists to which I cater

You don't need to bother; I don't need to be

I'll keep slipping farther, but once I hold on,

I won't let go 'til it bleeds, wish I was too dead to care

If indeed I cared at all, never had a voice to protest

So you fed me shit to digest.

[Stone Sour]