Faking It

I'm that radical bitch, the one that you can't count on
I'm that uncertain motherfucker, I'm that freak fucking storm
I'm the reason that your mom wont let you stay out late at night
I'm that dream that you tore yourself from, washed in cold sweat and fright
  
I have nothing left of self so pain is all that I have left to give
I exist in a body that doesn't care if it dies or lives
I would love it if I could smell your breath and but feel your gentle touch
But the succubus that is my life fucking loves me to much
  
All of life to me stinks with the smell of fucking death
The dead pussy that I fuck brings me back from bad health
Enticing me with promises that I'll never attain any kind of wealth
Love is not for me, even if I'm the only one left
  
I stare up at a starless sky only to realize my ground is no longer there
I've come to think of the pains of this existence as life's loving care
Stripped down bare, riding a glacier through life
I'm not associated with any party, because I'm the bearer of strife
  
Each day that I awake is but a grain of sand building life's mountain
I'm sentenced to build this mountain and start over again and again
Playing a game with no chance to ever win
Like Prometheus the pain is eternal for my sins
  
This boulder that I'm rolling is continually growing
How is it that I continue to reap although I have never even sown
I'm life's dirty little secret, a bastard that should never have been born
Pain has placed mascara on my life to keep me from seeing the truth when shown