Your mum didn’t tell you   You’d have nothing to say   Shut the fuck up bitch      In a poisoned state   While the rapist behind you   Is whispering your name      My lies foreshadow me   They make a scab of me   I can’t crawl through this      You can’t shut me up   You can’t shut me up   Make it rough      What!      Difficulty breathing makes you drip   Swallowing on first dates entertains      I scream mistakenly   I'm trying to make you see   What makes him resent you      That’s right I lie   Solid filth 'till I die   But it makes me smile      Lord of the elite   Is prince of the cowards   Try not to choke on it      You can’t shut me up   You can’t shut me up   Make it rough      What!      Difficulty breathing makes you drip   Swallowing on first dates entertains   Misogynist attracted to you   Wallowing in pity’s comfortable      What? What?   Get up, get up      What? What?   Get up, get up, get up      What? What?   Get up, get up, get up      What? What?   Get up, get up, get up      What?   Get up, get up, get up      What? What?   Get up, get up, get up      What? What?   Get up, get up, get up      What? What?   Get up, get up, get up      (Huh, that was fucking trippy)