I want cuffs on your wrists I want a needle in your veins
I want a knife in your throat and my knuckle in your face
All the shame all the guilt are now weapons of mine
And you'd way better stay out of my line of sight
I want ants in your guts I want snakes in your sink
I want a rope around your neck and put cyanide in your drink
All the rage all the hate are now weapons I use
Who I am what I do is not anyone else to choose
I cannot pretend anymore