Hi

Hi
Hi

I have fucked up dreams 'bout painting these walls with brain
You're getting all on my nerves, your death ain't hard to arrange
Went to my doctor, he said that I am mental insane
I lick the blood off my fingers 'cause I cannot feel pain

Don't let me, fire starter
Don't play my game, I'll test ya
I might just die a martyr
I might just light his chest up
When I apply the pressure
When I apply the pressure
When I apply the pressure
When I apply the pressure (awoo)

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
I dug your grave

Now, stop moving, moving, moving
Now, stop moving, moving, moving
Now, stop moving, moving, moving
Now, stop moving, moving, moving