Pull up your car you're home from the night on the town
  Could not find anyone to go home with to show off your insecurity
  So you put your "I love you face" back on
  When you are this way you think you are God
  But the people around you are destroyed
  Coming home getting off by killing who you love
  I hope you end up in a body bag
  Walk up to your room to be with your lover
  Although they don't share your desire
  That night frustrated and intoxicated
  You need to leech onto another
  When you are this way you think you are God
  While the people around you are destroyed
  Coming home getting off by killing who you love
  I hope you end up in a body bag
  Pretend you are the king
  One day this will all come back to you
  One day your child will be a man