So you got it all figured out, huh?
Gonna drop the bomb now are ya?
Surrounded by the people who have got it all figured out huh?

Going with the wave that just hit ya
Too much possessions attached to your fins, huh?
It ain't exactly like a closet run-out
You just gotta keep that wardrobe up to date

Are you the mad?
Are you the bitter?
Thank God I'm a turncoat killer
There's nothing
Nothing that gets me off like you do

So you think you're so fucking tough huh?
Waving that middle finger around ya
But just simply avoiding the ones oiling up your guns, huh?

You see I once was just like you with an agenda that I thought would prosper me
And no I couldn't care less if anyone еlse were to suffеr or bleed
I ain't exactly dumb fucking type, though
So guess what (yeah what?)
Unlike some, I grew up

Are you the mad?
Are you the bitter?
Thank God I'm a turncoat killer
There's nothing, nothing that gets me off like you do

To believe
In everything
Not at once but
Selectively
I can see
You become
Both the beauty
And the beast
Crossbreed
Ain’t no reason
To answer me

Are you the mad?
Are you the bitter?
Thank God I'm a turncoat killer
There's nothing, nothing that gets me off like you do