dance dance you weak mother fucker,
what i wouldn't give to see you
dead.

nightmares plague your mind,
you weak fucker,
grow up already.

what i wouldn't give to
see you cold, lifeless
laying in a pool of your own vile
crimson liquid.

the image turns me on,
exciting, my lips tremble.
if only you were someone else,
my wants would be nourished.

a disgrace to every family,
no wonder no one wants you,
trapped in this room with you
-i'd rather be dead.

you weak fucker, look in the mirror
-it's me.