I was born depressed, and uh
I end up in one big mess and
Trip around it
Trip around it
I was born jaded
I lift one finger up to display it
And trip around it...
Trip around it...
Trip around it...
Trip around it...

Ah, ah...

Born different
Born innocent
Born perfect
I'm not like you
I'm a born lover
Born living
And I know, I'm
I'm not like you
I was
Born clever
Born knowledgeable
Born better than your best
I swear
I'm a born killer
Born thriller

I was born depressed
And a big black shadow looms suppressed
And I trip around it
Trip around it
I was born clever
And I don't suffer fools
I jib as I trip around it...
Trip around it...
Trip around it...
Trip around it...

Ah, ah...

Born perfect
Born different
Born better
I'm not like you
I'm a
Born lover
Born living
And I know, I'm
I'm not like you
I was
Born clever
Born knowledgeable
Born better than your best
I swear
I'm a born killer
Born thriller

Born different
Born innocent
Born perfect
I'm not like you
I'm a born lover
Born living
And I know, I'm
I'm not like you
I was
Born clever
Born knowledgeable
Born better than your best
I swear
I'm a born killer
Born thriller

Born perfect
Born different
Born better
I'm not like you
I'm was a
Born lover
Born living
And I know, I'm
I'm not like you
I was
Born clever
Born knowledgeable
Born better than your best
I swear
I'm a born killer
Born thriller



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  • +1
    General Comment:This song, it... it *does things* inside my body, if you know what I mean. It gives me this kind of weird, indescribable feeling in my chest and throat. At first, I wasn't really quite sure what to make of it, but the more I listened to it over and over, as my addiction grew stronger, I came to realize that it was my body crying out for me to scream the lyrics to it out loud. Fuck, it's like some kind of amazing black magic.
    Flag CountNicholason July 02, 2012   Link
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    General Comment:Good God in Heaven, this song is amazing. There's this glorious, almost self-indulgent quality to that means it must be screamed, not sang. Really, how many of us have had those days wherein we feel the iron bars of the cage that is our psyche, where we wonder, if anyone out there is truly sapient, if they truly do have their own deep thoughts, dreams, desires, and fantastic ideas. Then someone goes and does something intolerably stupid, and solipsism seems like the cleaner option. When that moment hits, scream this song and get the bile out of your system, does wonders for ones faith in humanity.
    Flag EnigmaticSevenson June 15, 2011   Link

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