La da da da da

I'm gonna bury you in the ground

La da da da da

I'm gonna bury you with my sound

I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face

I'm gonna

Sorry I don't treat you like a goddess

Is that what you want me to do

Sorry I don't treat you like you're perfect

Like all your little loyal subjects do

Sorry I'm not made of sugar

Am I not sweet enough for you

Is that why you always avoid me

That must be such an inconvenience to you well

I'm just your problem

I'm just your problem

It's like I'm not even a person am I

I'm just your problem

Well I shouldn't have to justify what I do

I shouldn't have to prove anything to you

I'm sorry that I exist

I forget what landed me on your blacklist

But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you

So why do I want to

Why do I want to

To bury you in the ground

And drink the blood from your ugh