Papoose face,
Girl-goofy ways,
8 shaped,
Technically sound, you'd think, for lying down
Quick, while you talk shop, I can't stop
Clenched hands,
Introverted stance,
Tense laugh;
Inappropriately loud and mechanical
Hint! If you would knife-slive my sternum open
You'd squint from the sheen of machinery chromium,
No crimson
You don't know what you are dealing with;
You think that I am just how I look,
But you are stupidly mistaken
Unsure,
Blunt awkward words,
Young eyes
Looking at you like they've never seen before
Hit! 'Cause even when you see the bodies behind me
(Submit!) You don't believe it could be me hunting
(Chorus)
You don't know what you are dealing with;
You don't know what you are dealing with;
You don't know what you are,
But you are fatally mistaken