Trust me I've had a crappy year Realizing the worst of my fears A nightmare that I'm forced to live through Must I clip my nuts to survive Perversion Pervert Perversion Yeah, yeah Manners are just a social skill I have learned how to get my will Caress her with my insect hands She's making love to the dead Perversion Pervert Perversion Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪ Why now? I had hope Help me Don't make me beg Why now? I had hope Why me? Smiling but I'm dead inside The Madonna-whore that I hide Insurgent refuse to fall in line Benumb of fear Perversion Pervert Perversion Yeah, yeah