Just because my hand's around your throat!

With just a touch of my burning hand,
Im gonna live my life to to destroy your world,
Prime directive, exterminate,
The whole fuckin race.

Spend the rest of your days rockin' out
Just for the dead

Pick up the phone!
Pick up the phone, fucker!

I wanna see what you're insides look like,
I bet you're not so fuckin pretty on the inside!
I wanna see what you're insides look like,
I wanna see 'em.

I want to save your heart!
I want to see what your insides may be!

So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
and make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will


You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me your reason to believe