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
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