Lyrics

It's my lack of sensitivity that makes me who I am
A sunken buried treasure chest, shall I draw you a diagram
Wrap my wrists in heavy gauze that's two less for me to choose
A sunken buried treasure chest, makes me who I am

Diagram, it's who I am
Diagram, it's who I, who I, who I am....

Much love I got for those who give me 15 minutes or more
strip me of my dignity and treat me like a whore
a sunken buried treasure chest, makes me who I am
so forget you worthless piece of shit
just follow the diagram

Diagram, it's who I am
Diagram it's who I who I who I am

The picture perfect purity
Soils me to the bone
The picture perfect God in me
Destroys me when I'm alone

I swear to God I'm not so bad
If you search for Who I am
The picture perfect God in me
Makes me who I am

Diagram, it's who I am
Diagram it's who I who I who I am...