well, if I could describe what's going on inside,
I'd have to suspect it's somewhere in my mind
fluttering like a butterfly that's burning alive;
instead of a hearty soul, I've got a broken spine

this is my consequence, what?
I'll get what I deserve!
this is my consciousness, so what?
you thought it was yours?

and I screamed at you from the top of my lungs
as I apologized for the wrong that I'd done,
but you said you'd forgiven me; I was drunk
so to hell with you and all you said about love!

this is my consequence, what?
I'll get what I deserve!
this is my consciousness, so what?
you thought it was yours?

you're the victim of my vindictive, villainous spit;
with that kind of radiance, what would you expect?
I spat my venom with a velocity nearing regret
since you just sat there and handed back my pile of ****!

this is my consequence, what?
I'll get what I deserve!
this is my consciousness, so what?
you thought it was yours?
this is your consequence, why?
this you don't deserve!
this is your consciousness, why?
It's your words I heard!
It's your words I heard!
I'll get what I deserve!
I don't deserve a ******* thing..
no regret, or whatever

lost shot
that i fought
to take

i am
just a thought
in space

in time
I think I
will face

the truth
in my mind
deranged

i laugh
and i laugh
and laugh

at my
fortunate
mistake