You want me crying

You want me in sorrow

You want me dying

You want me to kill myself

Twist my neck

And rip my flesh

Burning off all the rest

Ripping off your fingernails

Tearing out your hair

Pulling out your intestines

And squeezing out your blood

Stomping on your broken bones

Popping every little vein

This is what you get

For making me insane

Making me cry

Making me want to die

This is what you get

This is what you get

When I cry

When I want to die

When I want to end my life because of sorrow

This is what you get

People screaming 'Bloody Murder' on the streets

Filling your ears with regret

Of treating me so badly

Now it's your turn

Now it's your turn

It's your time

Don't deny your time

To die

It's your turn

Now