I can't tell you what it really is 
I can only tell you what it feels like 
And right now there's a steel knife 
In my windpipe 
I can't breathe 
But I still fight 
While I can fight 
As long as the wrong feels right 
It's like I'm in flight 
High of a love 
Drunk from the hate 
It's like I'm huffing paint 
And I love it the more that I suffer 
I sufficate