[Spoken]
Competition ignites itself
Like that time the glint of the midnight sun
Turned the razorblades blind
Just for a moment, and I accidentally sliced you
Way too deep
Who can handle the biggest wound?
Who does not yield to pain or blood?
Poker face, birth face, rape face
Pain is not forever
But it is the doorway into the next realm
So we practice pain when there is no one around
We create it and rehearse it
Hoping to prove our strength
Hoping to distract from the fear
Hoping to survive
Survival is competition
And it also ignites itself
Like the time you had to go
To get the box of salt, just to rub it in
All our wounds
Screaming, crying, laughing
None of us were strong enough
None of us could hang on
To the straight face
To the toughness
We are children
Needing nurture
Not razorblades