You think you love me you think you know me
truth be told you don't know shit about me
I give just for you to take
You bleed just to see me ache
With each passing moment I hope to wake
'cuase fuck it if I'm faithless
Your disease is dead & gone
Now what's left for you to carry on
Your blood's on the blade
Just another one of your escapade's
You crave attention like the march of dime's parade
Must be so lonely inside that head
Sometimes I think you'd be better off dead
If you think this is hostile you got another thing coming
So you'd better jump up and hit the floor running
Your disease has tainted me now it's my turn to let it free
Another bitch another day this time your ass is getting swept away
Cuase your disease ain't killing me and you can't take this from me
Destroy you & your kind, time to make this world shine
Fuck You & Your Disease Bitch, Now Get On Your Knee's.