What's wrong with having scars
They won't open up back anyway
Don't take them for the wounds you have
That still bleed every other day

Stand up and walk away
With a suitcase full of bad jokes
Stand up, let yourself be led astray
Drink from the cup of life until you choke

Does the world owe you anything
Does the world owe you any sympathy
Does it spin too fast
For fools like you and me

And choke again on your self righteousness
And cry alone in your living room
It's now a shrine to procrastination
And the site of your impending doom

Does the world owe you anything
Does the world owe you any sympathy
Does it spin too fast
For fools like you and me

Does the world hold a remedy
Is the world nothing but a travesty
Sit and contemplate
Will death set you free
Will death set you free
Will death set you free