Pull up your car you're home from the night on the town   Could not find anyone to go home with to show off your insecurity   So you put your "I love you face" back on   When you are this way you think you are God   But the people around you are destroyed   Coming home getting off by killing who you love   I hope you end up in a body bag   Walk up to your room to be with your lover   Although they don't share your desire   That night frustrated and intoxicated   You need to leech onto another   When you are this way you think you are God   But the people around you are destroyed   Coming home getting off by killing who you love   I hope you end up in a body bag   Pretend you are the king   One day this will all come back to you   One day your child will be a man