twist of fate
Singer:destruction
trust is nothin' to spit on
it's something that you don't deserve
you are a scheming player
hang yourself with a figure eight
you try to rule my fuckin' life
you give me hell on earth
you've frightened away my social dealings
aversion is all that is left
life's a bitch end in the ditch
hang yourself with a figure eight
no money could buy you the freedom
the peace of mind that you won't get
the inner strife of your soul will kill
this ain't a murder threat