My mom said to always expect the worse
But to trust my life in God's hands
School taught me to never question their authority
The only gulp down what they were feeding me

Society told me to not love myself
Until my body fit into their mold
My doctor claimed that meat was good for me
And that I should ignore my conscience
Subcultures showed me how to be myself
As long as I looked like everyone else
So at one point I decided to leave everything behind and do my own thing
I couldn't live my life after their standards, so I ran

Rejecting everything, resisting to be like you
My life might not be perfect, but it's mine

So I ran with scissors - finding my own way
So I run with scissors - finding my own way
I might not have the answers, but I can
Figure them out on my own

Sometimes you have to let go and run
Sometimes you have to let go and run
So I ran

Fuck your norms, to hell with your rules
Fuck your schools, to hell with your gods
Fuck you for making me feel small
Be yourself no matter what
Find your own path
Run, run, run with scissors, run with scissors
Run, run, run with scissors