You think you're gonna pick up on me -on me But you ain't gotta nothing, so leave - so leave You think you're gonna fuck up with me - with me But you won't get any of relief - relief
----On me! ----Relief!
You think you can take me in jail - in jail Why then your face is such pale - pale You think you're gonna fuck up with me - with me But you won't get any of relief - so leave
----On me! ----Relief!
As you go and you grow, you get stronger somehow But how would it help you, if your brains will fly out. With no options to flee you'll be like fool Never stand on your feet, f-ing tool. And you'll crawl, cry, crouch dripping all of the blood from the knife in your head that got stuck! With the weight of the pain, pale, plunders your heart in a cold dirty rain that never turns off!
You think you're gonna pick up on me - on me But you ain't gotta nothing, so leave - so leave You think you're gonna fuck up with me - with me But you won't get any of relief - relief