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== Lyrics == [Intro]<br> Girl intruder with no future, a computer claims my soul<br> Burdened with a nasty burning, obscene yearning for control<br> <br> [Verse 1]<br> Shy and quiet, there but silent, there's a violence in my heart<br> Want to maim you, to repaint you, want to make you come apart<br> <br> [Pre-Chorus]<br> Growing up, I had these urges I'd feel bad about, but...<br> I'm done feeling guilty, I'll take these thoughts and tear them out<br> So you can't stand to see me punishing myself?<br> Only other option is to take it out on someone else!<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> Stickers on my artillery, I'm gonna make history<br> Hurry up and get rid of me, while there's nothing left in me<br> Quiet girl, so unassuming, don't ask me how I'm doing<br> Born to bring the end of the world, swear it's nothing personal<br> <br> [Verse 2]<br> Tried to take it out on myself, didn't have the same effect<br> Blood is always satisfying, but yours will be better yet<br> Round the corner, acting normal, scary how they don't see it<br> Ain't it strange, it feels like yesterday, that I was just a kid<br> <br> [Pre-Chorus]<br> Another night, I'm all alone, enthroned within a screen<br> RGB light reflects uncut, orgasmic tragedies<br> Oh, I can't stand these awful thoughts inside of me<br> Only way to compensate is lead and metal, sharp and clean<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> Razor bladed, sugarcoated, just cock it and reload it<br> In the backyard firing rounds, who's an easy target now?<br> Quiet girl, so unappealing, don't ask me how I'm feeling<br> Born to die, I'm taking you too, how much damage can I do?<br> <br> [Bridge]<br> Bloody feet across the floor<br> No one there to clean the stains<br> Never got to be adored<br> No one there to ease the pain<br> Nobody to kiss it better<br> Laughed at for all the scars<br> Abusive misuse of a child<br> Guess that must've been the cause<br> <br> Now I'm bitter, now I'm better<br> Angry but I know the truth<br> You all hurt me, you all hate me<br> This is what you made me do<br> <br> [Pre-Chorus]<br> When nothing matters at all, you can do anything<br> I have to hurt them, for balance, for karma, before they do it to me!<br> So you can't stand to see me punishing myself?<br> Don't be so nice to me, you'll make me wish I wanted help!<br> <br> [Chorus]<br> Stickers on my artillery, why won't you go and kill me? (Stickers on my artillery, I'm gonna make history)<br> Hurry up and get rid of me, before I say I'm sorry (Hurry up and get rid of me, while there's nothing left in me)<br> Quiet girl, nobody knows her, please let me start all over (Quiet girl, so unassuming, don't ask me how I'm doing)<br> Born to bring you all misery, and yet you see good in me (Born to bring the end of the world, swear it's nothing personal)<br> <br> [Outro]<br> If this wasn't really the end, and I could do it again<br> Do you think that I'd deserve it? Do you think that I'm worth it?<br> Sympa-, empa-, apathetic; they're only theoretic<br> For now, I put down my weapons<br> I wanna be a person<br>
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