metapod probably kicked your ass when you were a k Lyrics

even from the beginning i knew you were useless
your status ailments never fazed me
can't you do anything without collapsing?
the logic of your type eludes me
how do you even live with yourself?
what's it like having no coup de grace?
your best attempts are just a shade of what's normal
your showmanship is but a vacant facade
can't read minds, sweetie, that's probably what you don't get
it doesn't take a fucking psychic to know that
even then, there were others
you couldn't ever cut enough