Texty: Strung Out. Twisted By Design. Just Like Me.

I want your misery,
I want you to be what I hate in me,
I wanna make you twist your mind,
so you can be JUST LIKE ME!

That life you try to hide,
You need a hand reach deep inside,
of you, I don't think I like you now,
but I will when you're SOME ONE ELSE!

Metamorphasize, Wanna make you rad inside my eyes,
wanna make you famous, get with me.

This conversion waits inside for you,

get your visions of yourself put on display,
got a moment now tell a lie,
I'm SICK OF THE CROWD TONIGHT!

I want somebody else, Wanna make you destroy yourself,
I want ya to take it out on me, ON ME...

I'm caught by predicament, constant forever,
Make you change, and you say