| Amok | |
| Here I hide the severed head I keep alive | |
| I've got bruises, lies, here's my pride | |
| Looking down the barrel of my .45 | |
| Stick me, bleed me, don't say you need me | |
| Hit me, suck me, come on...fuck me | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck you | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck you | |
| You don't have to look at the mantelpiece | |
| When you're poking the fire | |
| I'm young, dumb, full of fun | |
| I feed my fire, my fist and come | |
| The light of my life is a switchblade knife | |
| This gun becomes my lawful wife | |
| Stick me, bleed me, don't say you need me | |
| Hit me, suck me, come on...fuck me | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck you | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck you | |
| Fuck me | |
| Stick me | |
| I wanna kill, I wanna cut, hurt, shut up | |
| I wanna feel myself denied | |
| I wanna feel this noose grow tight | |
| I will defile and taste the bile | |
| I will crawl that crooked mile | |
| To caress your stubborn head | |
| With an ounce of flamming lead | |
| Stick me, bleed me, don't say you need me | |
| Hit me, suck me, come on an' fuck me | |
| Stick me, bleed me, don't say you need me | |
| Hit me, suck me, come on...fuck me | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck you | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck you, fuck you | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck me | |
| Fuck you... |