Could give you a dozen
Fresh,
Cut,
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become

I could give you a dozen
Fresh,
Cut,
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become

Become become
Become become
Be be be become

You´ll have to cut it down
And burn me into splinters
Or I´ll unwrap the string
That was me
Around your finger
And I´ll hang you in
Your bedroom burial ground

There is a taste for blood
And it´s something deep inside
There is a taste for blood
And it´s deep inside

Become become
Become become
Be be be become

I don´t ever want god
To hear our screams
And mistake them for prayers
And you know I´m loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and I´ll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click

There is a taste for blood
And it´s something deep inside
There is a taste for blood
And it´s deep inside

Become become
Become become
Be be be become

And you know I´m loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and I´ll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click

I´m born villain
Don´t pretend to be a victim
I´m born villain
Don´t pretend to be a victim
I´m born villain
Don´t pretend to be a victim
I´m born villain
Don´t pretend to be a victim