I'm mad at you for not telling
Why the fuck are you yelling.
And this God damned mask you put on,
Acting like some holy saint.

You preach what you don't do.
You do what you don't preach.
So cut the crap and don't mess around,
You're playing with the devil's hound.

I'm sorry for being blind now,
Cos the thing is, you're really foul.
You rob you steal you cheat and lie,
And then pretend like you'd fucking cry.

Make up your mind and quit this game,
Cos I'll clear you up; I'll have no shame.
For this hypocrisy is 'bout to end,
I'll smite you down with my fucking hand.

You toy with fire, you play with sparks
You don't know nothing; you're in luck.
Cos when you least expect I'll leave a mark,
Oh take this words, you make shift lark.