Say I'm your sweetheart, say I'm a gem, but don't think me kind,
'Cause it's as easy for me to smile as to stab you with a knife.
I can always tell your words are empty, lies and platitudes,
Hey, I do it all day long except I get away with it, and you
You better suck it up, 'cause with me you're shit outta luck.
Gotta get good at lying or there's no point in opening your mouth.
Chicks around me thinking they're bad bitches, but shy away from a fight,
Whereas inside me I'm screaming, Come at me bro! I'm batshit nuts, don'tcha know?
The real ones don't fake being tough, 'cause they legit don't give a fuck.
Go on thinking you're hot shit, but you're just dirt beneath my boots,
And if this is insanity, call me a psycho, it isn't anything new, I've known it all along.
All I want is your elimination, and I bet it'd get a lot of cheers,
'Cause you are the disease in the broken body of our society.
I won't keep sticking to your stinking sweat, reeking of fear,
'Cause I got better things to do than hold myself to you.
It's the end of the line, dead end road, pack it on up 'cause your best wasn't good enough.
I'm the living, breathing end of all the good you've ever known,
But we both know you deserve this, you've known the time would come.
The abuse I take is not a measure of your strength, but of mine.
You push and pull and shove long enough, yeah the dark is gonna come out,
'Cause I am only human, and I am only mortal, and now I'm putting up a fight.
So give me your worst, it won't be the most I've ever taken,
And I'll give as good as I get, flay you with my tongue,
And when you lie on the floor in a pool of blood,
It's gonna be from all those internal cuts; my gracious gift to you.
You want to be bad? You want to be tough?
You think you're righteous, you think you're kingdom come
But I am not a robot, and I won't eat your force fed lies,
Between the two of us I'm the one whose seen the bad, whose felt the worst, whose been tortured to the edge...
...But I always come back, so between the two of us, who's the winner here?
Dear loser, you are an irritating flea, and I'm sick of scratching.
Kept the madness within me for so long, it's dying to come out,
And honestly babe, I'm gonna smile as I open the gate, and let it overtake everything I am.
You call me crazy, you call me bitch, but really?
I'm just the summation of all your faults and all your failure.
You might not have been strong enough to bear it but
I'll never let it break my bones, I'll never let it take control.
You are the disease of our broken society,
And I am the unintended consequence.
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