there's a look on your face I would like to knock out
see the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth
all I want is to see you in terrible pain

pray to god I think of a nice thing to say
But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway

You are scum, you are scum and I hope that you know
That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show

Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth
I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth
Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say
So much crap coming out it must take you all day
There’s a space kept in hell with your name on the seat
With a spike in the chair just to make it complete
When you look at yourself do you see what I see
If you do why the fuck are you looking at me