I am just a girl,
Just a speck of worthless dust,
In this rotten world.
Yet I must speak to thee.
There was once a time,
Where I longed for pretty things,
But now that's changed.
I long for murder.

How long shall I wait?
To celebrate my own [bad word] hate-iate-iate. Oooo.

I can't wait to be [bad word] 
I can't wait to wield a hatchet covered with blood.
Cuz you're the maggots of my eye,
You're a piece of rotten pie to me.
Oooo.

It's been so long since you've been you.
Now you understand.

Yes I think I understand.

Aaaah
Yes she loves you, yes yes she loves you.

Yeah x7

I am Pickles, the [bad word] and I get to sing.
So here it goes. Cuz I'm [bad word]  [bad word] you.
I'm really really [bad word]  [bad word] you [bad word]  [bad word] you too!
I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna go lay down.
I'm gonna go lay down now buddy.