Pull it again, it hurts no one   So you say to what will be gone   The rug is a deep red beneath   In contrast to the black of your teeth      You make me sick   Treating her like shit      Grab that down from the door!   What on earth is that for?   To hang her like a new shirt?   "It's not like it's going to hurt.."      So kill it like a lamb   Just stab as hard as you can   Until you can't feel breathing   Until you feel thought leaving      You make me sick   Treating her like shit   You make me sick   Treating her like shit      Success, you did it wrong   Where has all the fullness gone?   At least she is free from your eye   I just hope you don't survive      it's better to be a bastard sometimes (times ?)      You make me sick