Twisted messages of hate,
lay dormant in my mind.
maybe it’s fate,
but you are all i can find.

Break your neck, slit your throat, anyway will do
the thoughts of your death are enough to see me through

Enter my graveyard of pain,
it’s lots of fun,
my heavy feeling of disdain
for your lies, cunningly spun

Twisted messages of hate,
lay dormant in my mind.
Maybe it’s fate
but you are all i can find.

Break your neck, slit your throat, anyway will do
the thoughts of your death are enough to see me through