Lyrics: 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