Suicide is in my blood, It always was. But it doesn't evaporate in the light anymore. And this world is no place For a mind or a thought. No, it's not. Well, that's been said before. Space and the woods still know who I am. And I know they don't owe me anything, Not after what I've done. Put on my radiation suit and slip away, I'm on the run from what I've become. And this life, like suicide, Runs at a lot of different speeds. And I know they don't owe me anything, Not after what I've done. Late on a Monday night I'm on the grapevine, Beating around the bush Adds to the bassline. Thinking about the time When I was dancing slow, And out of control. I'm shit-hot, so say what you think about me, I'm not gonna cry 'cause I don't care. I'm shit-hot so say what you think about me? I'm not gonna cry 'cause I... I've done nothing! I've done nothing! But they forgive anything Like how I don't stop you, Breaking my armsm And chopping me, chopping me down, So I fit in your laptop. I've done nothing.