Testo Knocked For Six

They bring me up to bring me down
I’m stuck in an elevator
They’re waiting ‘til I cut the red wire
Or set myself on fire

Waiting, fading
Worthlessly wanting to be adored
Waiting, fading But hopefully someday we will all be ignored

I’m knocked for six
I keep on retching
But I’m never sick

Their words cut throat
Made me wish I didn’t exist
When I stare in the mirror I already know
The glass ends-up in my fist

Waiting, fading
Worthlessly wanting to be adored
Waiting, fading
But hopefully someday we will all be ignored
I’m knocked for six
I keep on retching
But I’m never sick

I’ve been beaten-on, walked-upon and bruised for your love
I’ve been picked-up, chewed-up and spat-out
And nobody cared
For once they can’t tell me
The voices are in my head
Kids can be mean
It’s scary to think the jealousy nearly killed me

I’m knocked for six
I keep on retching
But I’m never sick