Attention thrills, and then it kills 
They make you king, and make you ill 
'Til you're alone, dead on your throne 

So my idea of fun 
Is killing everyone 
My idea of fun 
Is killing everyone 
My idea of fun 
Is killing everyone 

Now is the season for war with no reason 
Now is the season for war with no reason 

They break your skin, when you're a kid 
They steal your soul, and keep it hid 
And that is why, I hate mankind