Sanoja: Five Finger Death Punch. The Way of the Fist. Ashes.

You don?t understand me
And you probably never will
Got a tendency to self destruct
And a soft spot for the filth

A hair trigger temperament
A switchblade for a tongue
Walking one man genocide
Black belt in corrupt

Everything I touch turns to ashes
Falls away, falls away
Everything I touch turns to ashes
Slips right through my hands

Love me, hate me, isolate me
Everyday that I'm alive
Strait up, mentally unstable
You don?t have to like my life

I'm a jinx, a curse, some say the worst
I'm a savage, rabid beast
Been called so many fucking things
It doesn?t affect me in the least

I've stolen, lied, been crucified
But I don?t regret a thing
I'm an egocentric masochist
With a sadist's point of bleak

Everything I touch turns to ashes
Falls away, it falls away
Everything I touch turns to ashes
Slips right through my hands

Love me, hate me, isolate me
Everyday that I'm alive
We live to prove you wrong, it?s easy
When your heart is filled with ice

Chapters in my life define me
Changed me into this deprived
Strait up, mentally unstable
You don?t have to like my life

Everything I touch turns to ashes
Falls away, falls away
Everything I touch turns to ashes
Slips right through my hands