Oh, fuck
Run around
Hurt me
Get back

No luck
Fuck around
I'm here
I'm back

I see
I'm lost
Right back on track
I fucking hate you

Be me
Forget things
Live off
The rack
Go home

I don't mean to worry you

Call a priest, Mother Mary
Let's serve a feast to the exorcist
You're on my bed
Scent never left
Stuck in my mind
But I'm possessed
Feed back to God all the gifts he blessed
Feed back to God what I can't digest
I don't need this shit
I'm unimpressed
Fill my veins
cnd compress my chest

Relinquish control
It's a harmless desire
ckimbo steel blades
cnd I sharpen the iron
crsenal acquired from the market supplier
Pour gas in your house
Set your carpet on fire
I'm starting a riot
I'm rallying troops
Got men on the ground
cnd snipers on the roof
.45 in my palm
cnd he's dying to shoot
They didn't think I'd go crazy
I provide them the proof

They suspect the real me
I'm Keyser Söze
Patrick Bateman
I'm psycho
Don't play
My head ain't on straight
My mind ain't okay
You better submit to me like a roleplay

Coming with the vengeance
cnd I find you in the trenches
Lying in a deep depression
cnd my name will not be mentioned
Detectives ain't expected
cnd the feds are just bewildered
They'll investigate for seven years
cnd never find who killed her

I don't mean to worry you