Verse 1

You have the soul of a savage.

You point fingers at my baggage,

And taunt me where it hurts,

The wounds, the broken parts.

Chorus

It's in your nature,

And it's in your nurture too.

I see a savage,

Every time I look at you.

You're not fit for this civilized world.

Take it from this broken mess of a girl.

You're better suited to live in woods.

Cause your heart doesn't have a hint of good.

Verse 2

The old instinct to inflict pain

Is still flowing thick through your veins.

And you're a slave to it.

With your words I've been hit.

Chorus

It's in your nature,

And it's in your nurture too.

I see a savage,

Every time I look at you.

You're not fit for this civilized world.

Take it from this broken mess of a girl.

You're better suited to live in woods.

Cause your heart doesn't have a hint of good.

Bridge

You're brutal, without the slightest kindness.

You have malice oozing right through your face.

You're savage, and you know it, your highness.

Chorus

It's in your nature,

And it's in your nurture too.

I see a savage,

Every time I look at you.

You're not fit for this civilized world.

Take it from this broken mess of a girl.

You're better suited to live in woods.

Cause your heart doesn't have a hint of good.