Nazareth

Worthless, fucking useless.

And when I’m done with you

It won’t be an open casket

No, it won’t be an open casket

I’ve seen the way that you move

Unlike you I’ve got nothing to prove

I’ve seen the way that you move

Poisoning minds just so they stay “true”

The crown of thorns lies heavy on your head,

You’re no messiah, but you’re still better off dead

Nothing more than a god complex.

Take me for granted one last time

I could never bite my tongue

And watch myself die

You’re a narcissist playing guillotine

Brains twisted up in amphetamines

And when I’m done with you

It won’t be an open casket

Just spare me the bullshit

I’ll end it here

With a bullet to your fucking brain

So please talk your shit

Come throw a hit

You fucking Bitch