I feel the malice in my veins,
My heart swells with hatred in your name,
And when you've got nothing to turn black and blue,
You've still got Hell to look forward to.
I can help you see the light out of your despair.
You tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair.
You gotta mouth like a razor-blade. It cuts so deep. So kiss my wrists my neck and give me eternal sleep.