Текст песни

Could give you a dozen
 Fresh,
 Cut,
 Pink, or red, or white
 I wonder if they knew what they
 Would grow to become

 I could give you a dozen
 Fresh,
 Cut,
 Pink, or red, or white
 I wonder if they knew what they
 Would grow to become

 Become become
 Become become
 Be be be become

 You'll have to cut it down
 And burn me into splinters
 Or I'll unwrap the string
 That was me
 Around your finger
 And I'll hang you in
 Your bedroom burial ground

 There is a taste for blood
 And it's something deep inside
 There is a taste for blood
 And it's deep inside

 Become become
 Become become
 Be be be become

 I don't ever want god
 To hear our screams
 And mistake them for prayers
 And you know I'm loaded
 But not which chamber
 Touch me and I'll go
 Click click click click click
 Click click click click click
 Click click click click click

 There is a taste for blood
 And it's something deep inside
 There is a taste for blood
 And it's deep inside

 Become become
 Become become
 Be be be become

 And you know I'm loaded
 But not which chamber
 Touch me and I'll go
 Click click click click click
 Click click click click click
 Click click click click click

 I'm born villain
 Don't pretend to be a victim
 I'm born villain
 Don't pretend to be a victim
 I'm born villain
 Don't pretend to be a victim
 I'm born villain
 Don't pretend to be a victim