It's the way that you love your reflection

It's your voice and your choice of inflections

It's the way that you bat your eyes knowing you've lied

It's the way you were barely affected

There ain't much left to say to you

End of the pay-per-view

My final words

I hope you get what you deserve

And you taste the dirt

Oh, what you deserve

And I hope it hurts

It's the way that you cry in the bathroom

Spilling out all your tears in the sink

It's the way that your every move gets approved

By your friends and the way that they think

But they never asked

And you never told

And I hope you heard

I hope you get what you deserve

And you taste the dirt

Oh, what you deserve

And I hope it hurts

It's gonna spin back around

It's gonna sniff you out and hunt you down

Chew you up and spit you out

Put you six feet in the ground

It's gonna spin back around

It's gonna sniff you out and hunt you down

It's gonna chew you up and spit you out

It's gonna put you six feet in the ground

And that's what you deserve

When you taste the dirt

Oh, what you deserve

And I hope it hurts