Twisted words and avatars, just part of your disguise
Stalking chat rooms instigating a terror enterprise
You're everything that I despise yeah
What can I do to get my message through?
I think you're sick, you're sick in the bead
I don't care what daddy made to you
So just admit you need a straight jacket
Lunatic terror architect
I think you're sick, you're sick in the head
Your therapist and momma even said
You're better off, you're better off dead!
I hear you screaming I'm not the enemy through a veil of black tears
You're your own private eye and you're my nightmare engineer
Called the cops but they didn't show,
They're more efficient in the videos
If this was SVU or CSI
That bitch would be in prison right about prime time
Bitch I hope you die
What can I do to get my message through?
I think you're sick, you're sick in the head
I don't care what daddy made to you
So just admit you need a straight jacket
Lunatic terror architect
I think you're sick, you're sick in the head
Your therapist and momma even said
You're better off, you're better off dead!
We are surfing a cultural tidal wave called the internet
And what brilliance has this digital age brought us?
Well you can have quick answer to stupid questions
But what if those questions involve other people's personal affairs?
Well if you want them answered then
I guess you'd turn to a social network
I mean that's a stalkers paradise right there
Just grab some random photos, make up a name
And you're ready to pass judgement on people
And anonymously fuck with their lives
What can I do to get my message through?
I think you're sick, you're sick in the head
I don't care what daddy did to you
So just admit you need a straight jacket
Casuing pain and it gets you where?
I think you're sick, you're sick in the head
Your therapist and momma even said
You're better off, you're better off fuckin' dead!
You're better off dead bitch