You may think I'm reckless
or mentally disturbed.
Heaven knows I'm not the only one.
Every time you tease me
with your arrogance in words,
it pushes me to the point of no return.
I've got a gift for you.
Something that you never will forget.
I've got a gift for you.
A little piece of mind you won't expect.
I've got a gift for you.
A pleasure that I never will regret.
I've got a gift for you.
“A Blunt Force Trauma”.
You may think I'm stupid
or in other ways impaired.
I can feel you're looking down on me.
All the time I'm challenged,
by depravity that burns.
It feeds this growing need inside of me.