| Lyrics: | Papoose face,
Girl-goofy ways,
8 shaped,
Technically sound, you'd think, for lying
down
Quick, while you talk shop, I can't stop
Clenched hands,
Introverted
stance,
Tense laugh;
Inappropriately loud and mechanical.
Hint! If you would
knife-slive my sternum open
You'd squint from the sheen of machinery chromium,
No
crimson.
You don't know what you are dealing with;
You think that I am just how I
look,
But you are stupidly mistaken.
Unsure,
Blunt awkward words,
Young
eyes
Looking at you like they've never seen before.
Hit! 'Cause even when you see
the bodies behind me...
(Submit!) You don't believe it could be me
hunting
(Chorus)
You don't know what you are dealing with;
You don't know
what you are dealing with;
You don't know what you are,
But you are fatally mistaken |
