Heart-Shaped Tumor

I suffer from a tumor here inside my chest I gotta lay to rest a strange kind of humor the grin on your face soon leaves without a trace now I'm out of love noone can fill this heart of mine I ran out of love now I'm out of... Put an end to yourself and you'll be closer, closer The world is but a tumor the cold light of day won't turn the night away humanity's a rumor unless my soul reacts the whole world my collapse now I'm out of love noone can heal this heart of mine I've run out of love now I'm out of... Put an end to yourself and you'll be closer, closer...