Behead Yrself, Pt. 2

This song is about alright, well, there's things worse than failing
And I've got nothing but disgust
I'm so repulsed by the good old days
When kids upon kids digged in their shit
And threw their trash for what their lives threw away
Growing up, god it burns
Especially in a land of such diminishing returns
So I live in fear
Behave yourself or be thrown clear
Some disordered portion of me tortures more than sported

Till this odd job stopgap begins career
So I make a show of acting tough
I'll be at odds with my body soon enough
Eighteen years and no sudden moves
Subscribed it with my confidence and most of my youth
Repair chips on shoulders at breakneck pace
Cut off what I know is to spite my face
I'm not saying you need some deep-seated hatred of self
But it helps

So I live with it
It's always never too late or I don't know when to quit
Parts of me were martyred
They couldn't begin to finish what I started
But now this profane layman knows his holy shit
Obey your pre-suspected failing