DMFD - ATMOSPHERE

Not certain exactly how I should approach this

Maybe conjure up a storm of locusts

Or maybe cockroaches

Or a gang of angry bees

Some type of plague or disease

It’s all the same to me

Of everyone I know, I like you the least

I’ve lost all respect I could have ever carried (Gone)

Now I curse your name when it’s mentioned

I’d shoot you in your face if I thought it would relieve the tension

When I see, you my temper’s temperament just sky rockets

I wanna grab a pipe wrench and put a dent in your eye socket

Pry apart your jaws, pull out all your teeth

Shove a funnel in ya, fill you up with ammonia and bleach

Gotta get a grip, can’t let you effect me like this

But I’m pissed, you’re at the top of my shit list

I wish you’d slit your wrist and kiss an electric fence

So the means can finally justify the ends

I stare at you in contempt, you look at me the same

Won’t be content till I forget your fucking name

Here I am once again, high out of my mind

Staring at the bathroom mirror screaming «Die motherfucker die»