I could be anything, anything at all
I could be an archeologist or a doctor out on call
I could be your therapist and help you when you fall
But I know what I want to be and it ain't any of the above at all.

You see I could be an astronaut zooming into space
But I don't think that would help me
I'd still feel out of place
People make me sick
People are just waste so I'm here to rid this beautiful world of the disgusting human race
I want to be a serial killer
There I've let it slip
I've been holding this back for years but somehow I've lost my grip
So I tried to be a serial killer an started with my own wrists
Not much of a serial killer, not Much missed