Noise and the bass loud in your face
The hurt that I bring makes you scream
It’s inevitable the hurt, pure evil.
Undigestable things that I dream will,
Make you vomit and sick to your stomache
I just want to rip you up
Nothing can prepare you for me.
(Bridge 1)
Just provoke me and I’ll stab you in the face
Wash your face in mace cuz it won’t burn
any worse than a blowtorch peel your skin off
and cook it for you take the oils
and pour it on your open wounds
Dance with the devil cuz you’re better off with him than me
I’ll make you bleed to the point that you can’t breathe.
I won’t tie you up
I’ll put you on a meat hook.
 [bad word] 
I want you to feel.
This is my pure evil.
You are all so fake,
What else would it take.
I want you to feel.
This is my pure evil.
I want to [bad word] your mind.
I want to make you mine.
I want to [bad word] your soul.
I want to make you whole.
I want to [bad word] you up.
I want to make you.
I want to [bad word] you.
I want to make you.
Nothing to make you.
Nothing to [bad word] you.
Nothing to make you.
Nothing to [bad word] you.
Nothing to make you.
Nothing to [bad word] you.
Nothing to make you.
Nothing to [bad word] you.