I stand corrected
Guess it just wasn?t meant to be
I know I am maladjusted
Crush what?s inside of me

I know of no remedy
I know not how to cease
This feeling of hate in me
I just want to see you bleed

I know what I want
I want to stop seeing red
I know what I want
I just want to see you dead

I don?t want your explanation
I really couldn?t care less
I?ve got my own reminder
This scar across my breast

You are a faker anyway
Ever up for a quick release
Infect everyone around you
Cover up your own disease

I know what I want
I want to stop seeing red
I know what I want
I just want to see you dead

I know what I want
I want to stop seeing red
I know what I want
I just want to see you dead

I know what I want
I want to stop seeing red
I know what I want
I want to stop seeing red
I know what I want?
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by Dickinson