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I can't be remembered as a great adventurer. Make a mark, or make a stain.But take it for what it is.Nothing gets to me like mediocrity.Shedding(?) the stage to be on my wayBut there's a mean little bastard living inside of meAn abscess, some kind of growth. My God, that sounds so gross.They call me kid cancer, and now I know whyInvite me to dinner, sing now I'm inside.If I can't be a hero, I'll be a plagueCharmed up you bears now, they're all dead, they're all deadSo make a mark, or make a stain, and take it for what it is.I'm made of goo, and needles, too. I'll take it all.Shedding(?) the stage, I've been carried awayLike a kid in a candy store, pockets full of razorbladesSticking gum in sister's hair, or in the back of my pantsThey call me kid cancer, I call myself me.For once it's a name, there's always one stage, the pages of historyIf these fingers were knives, the things I'd believeSongtexteOh, you'll paint a desert with the things you will say.I'd bet these lips will get admired, with praise ?Like any great performer, wanting nothing but fame.Shedding(?) the stage, but I got fucking outplayed!And the demon advanced with a hidden agenda: Me??????, I guess it's been a whileThey call me kid cancer, the beast calls me sonI haven't yet decided, it isn't sure, is this fun? Aus Songtexte Mania