A Rite Of Passage Lyrics - Bayside

Cut, cut, cut 

Cutting myself down to pieces 

Too hard on myself it would seem 

That everyone could see myself worth beneath 

I'll take a stand devise plans, figure it out 

I'll take my cuts and stitch them up 

With sutures of pure cement and 

And I've realized 

There's no right way to go 

So what if I'm a sinner 

I've got black spots on my liver 

And cancer grown on both my lungs 

We take everything we know 

About ourselves and put them in 

A diary in a fire ring 

Scrutiny below not me now 

I think I'm ready to go 

Back, back, back 

Back to the crooner in question 

I sure hope you all like my songs 

Well, maybe I put too much talk in my rhymes 

And melodies so stunning brainwashing minds 

From day one I took pride in my 

Pure and honest intentions 

And I've realized 

There's no right way to go 

So what if I'm a sinner 

I've got black spots on my liver 

And cancer grown on both my lungs 

We take everything we know 

About ourselves and put them in 

A diary in a fire ring 

Scrutiny below not me now 

I think I'm ready to go 

And I've realized 

That I don't wanna be judged no more 

And I've realized 

There's no right way to go 

So what if I'm a sinner 

I've got black spots on my liver 

And cancer grown on both my lungs 

We take everything we know 

About ourselves and put them in 

A diary in a fire ring 

Scrutiny below not me now 

I think I'm ready to go 

I think I'm ready to go