A picture
Of my aggressor
Is hung with one nail
Through my mirror
A professor and a prostitute collide for just one night
Walking down my street in tripletts
Walking down my street in earnest
For just one night

Burn
I hope you burn
I hope it hurts
I hope it hurts

And when I see him
My aggressor
I can't wait to shoot him down
I can't to feel everything again
They walked inside their tin cans
Barking loud at the moon
Another night for the sexoir
And at least she is free
For just one night

Burn
I hope you burn
I hope it hurts
I hope it hurts
Cry
I hope you cry
I hope your mother cries
When she sees what you've become
Burn
I hope you burn
I hope you burn
I hope it hurts