Bruises on my neck, just a doll of flesh
You'll find my smoking body hung in wires overhead
At your bark and collar, just forget I'm someone's daughter
I can't ever fuck it up if I don't ever even bother
I love to take it slow (Roll the Katamari)
Yeah I got it in my clutch, I got the (tracker on me)
I'm on the internet, I buffer use your adblock on me
I'm on the internet I get to choose just what I wanna—

I got a DSi at a limited rate
It’s a hell of a drug and it’s a hell of a rage
Got a CRT and only seven morе days till I drop cold dead from the clot in my brain
I'm made of dеad meat and I got no taste
And I won’t let up till I get my way
Got sharp wide eyes and I bounce in place
Got a big sharp knife, it’s my own X-ray

Bruises on my neck, just a doll of flesh
You'll find my smoking body hung in wires overhead
At your bark and collar, just forget I'm someone's daughter
I can't ever fuck it up if I don't ever even bother
I love to take it slow (Roll the Katamari)
Yeah I got it in my clutch, I got the (tracker on me)
I'm on the internet, I buffer use your adblock on me
I'm on the internet I get to choose just what I wanna—

Hey let's go, you’re on a roll
Go on, lose your self control
Got no place I’d rather go
'Cause I lost my mind in late September
Dial numbers watch your tone
Clockwork wind up all alone
The more you stop, the more I go
Do your best, I’ll do one better
You say will when I say won't
You say do, but I say don’t
I'm running out of ways to cope
So I bite the hand that feeds me, lose my mind

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT
LITTLE FUCKING DICK LICKER
FUCKING ASSHOLE
FUCKING I—
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

You.. Little... Fucker!

You got exactly what you want
I got exactly what I wanna be
I was inspired not to cut
When you told me that you wanna see
I've tube inside my arm
I've always struggled with my honesty
But now I'm honest like I'm Abe
4am I'm on an odyssey
I got your beat down to the pulse
You're in the red like all the cars I see
Break new ground I blame the blunt
I get clocked like its a job to me

Push your temper
Push your temper
Push your temper
Push your temper

I got a guy, and we're best friends, I hopе we get to kill ourselvеs together
Grab me by the hips and flip the switch and lose your temper
People never change, but skin will rot in any weather
Come with me lets play pretend I know you'll feel great
Its not cause I don't like you, I don't wanna see your face
Bitch I do not miss you, I miss how you used to taste
Put your cigs out on my tummy smoke three packs a day
I'm just here to push your temper, put me in my grave

Push your temper
Push your temper
Push your temper
Push your temper