I've grown accustomed to his face
And dreams of gouging out his eyes
I've grown accustomed to my hate
My plans to lacerate
To disembowl
To hear him howl
The very reason that I live
Is plotting how to watch him die
BART Turn down that original cast recording and go to sleep
I know this chubby scalawag has made my life a living Hell
Surely if I drank his blood I'd be at peace but well
You've grown accustomed to my face
This isn't a duet
Sorry
I've grown accustomed to your fear
Accustomed to revenge
Accustomed to your face
