Waiting for my eyes to bleed From seeing everyone sick Waiting for my skin To recede It only takes one click Nightly I lay my head on my pillow in Thought Daily I spin my neck it's got me in knots They can see it all And they're so sick and twisted They can make a call And have you k**ed for living They've been thinking of a bad plan To get things done on their own They've got a foot for your door A wrapped fist for your window There's no safety They've got a cell for your son And a grave next to your kin Can you see There's no where to run No place to hide They've been Thinking of a bad plan To get things done on their own They've been Thinking of a bad plan To get things done