Born Villain

I 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 become



You'll have to cut it down and burn me into splinters

Or I'll unwrap the string that was me from 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 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 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

I'm born villain, don't pretend to be a victim

I'm born villain, don't pretend to be a victim