What gets you to look at yourself in the ******* mirror?
Perhaps the face looking back is the one I've seen too
But yet, it is different, because I know more than what you do
How his own face was drained everyday
And I had to see him in such terrible dismay

What ails you and plagues you to be such a fiend?
I see you like a beast with your claws and talons cleaned
Perhaps it is I who is in the wrong
But you can dance and sing your ****** song
Cause what you do and what you bring
Is no bell ain't never worth to ring

What drives your motives in your smart little head?
To think he'd rather be wanting to be DEAD.
He said he wanted to kick your fat behind
And I really wanted to do it too
Perhaps I'm angry and vicious like all the rest of you
But you ******* out there seen nothing so far
And I'll push you swimming through some heated tar
Just so you can feel what he felt
By being hung from the leather of a precious little belt.