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