Fix up the place
I'm gonna burn it
I don't care who's inside gonna burn it
I won't have an ounce of remorse, no
Pretty up the place
I'm gonna burn it
Down
Writing lots of trash
Feed it to your children
They'll take everything I say to heart
Just keep playing my part
I am evil
Writing lots of trash
Don't care if they kill
I don't care if they rot
Not supposed to care
I'll toss them into the grinder myself
I spilled blood your suit
I'm not sorry
You spent fifteen hundred dollars on it
I'm not S.R.Y.™
Fix up the place
I'm gonna burn it
I don't care who's inside gonna burn it
I won't have an ounce of remorse, no
Pretty up the place
I'm gonna burn it
Down
If what I see is
What I get
Then what I get must be
A seed not planted yet
Growing by itself
The seed feeds on my brain
If what I see is me
Then I wont get to see
Cause it's not me
Everybody stops to think
Everybody stop to think but me
No, I don't think