Aren't you just a twisted sick f**
Drown your face in gasoline
I'll light the match
You take the heat
Drown your face in gasoline
I'll light the match
You hit repeat
I'm so tired of hearing this sh**
All the bands today have nothing to say
Poor me, poor old me
If you say another word, pour me a drink
Drown your face in gasoline
I'll light the match
You take the heat
Drown your face in gasoline
I'll light the match
You hit repeat
Empty words you wrapped in hate
I bet your parents always loved you, paid for everything
So stop acting like a twisted sick f**
Saw you at the mall, you were wearing crocs
Is this song creepy enough?
Learned how to whisper
Life must s**
Is this song creepy enough?
20 something and a virgin
I'll call your bluff
Drown your face in gasoline, I'll drown your stupid f**ing face in gasoline
Drown your face in gasoline, I'll light the match
You stand for nothing
You just hate everything