Don't ask me what's in my head, don't pretend like you give a sh**.
Don't ask me why I look so sad, cause ill be happy when your f**ing dead.
Who the hell do you think you fool? can these games f**ing end?
And what the hell do you think you gain, pretending that we're friends?
I haven't figured out your f**ing cause, but its not genuine.
And when the truth comes out in the end, I think ill cut off your head.
And ill be f**ing happy, when your f**ing dead, and I'll f**ing smile, when your f**ing dead.