I can't forgive you for what you've done
You words are like second-hand smoke
Filling my lungs with your toxins
You give me nothing to do other than choke

If I had the chance
I'd eat your organs like Mr. Dahmer
And with that said and done
Maybe the world would be a little calmer

You call me satanic
You call me sadistic
I call you vain
And most of all, narcissistic

I'm not your slave
And you're not in command
I'm not going to take your orders
I'm not going to take your demands