So you got it all figured out, huh?
Gonna drop the bomb now are ya?
Surrounded by the people who have got it all figured out, huh?
Going with the wave that just hit ya
Too much possessions attached to your fins, huh?
It ain't exactly like a "closet run-out"
You just gotta keep that wardrobe up to date
Are you the mad? (Are you the mad?)
Are you the bitter? (Are you the bitter?)
Thank God I'm a turncoat killer
There's nothing, nothing that gets me off like you do
So you think you're so fucking tough, huh?
Waving that middle finger around ya
But just simply avoiding the ones oiling up your guns, huh?
You see I once was just like you with an agenda
That I thought would prosper (me)
And no I couldn't care less if anyone else were to suffer (or bleed)
I ain't exactly dumb fucking type, though
So guess what (yeah what?)
Unlike some, I grew up
Are you the mad? (Are you the mad?)
Are you the bitter? (Are you the bitter?)
Thank God I'm a turncoat killer
There's nothing, nothing that gets me off like you do
To believe
In everything
Not at once but
Selectively
I can see
You become
Both the beauty
And the beast
Crossbreed
Ain't no reason
To answer me
Are you the mad? (Are you the mad?)
Are you the bitter? (Are you the bitter?)
Thank God I'm a turncoat killer
There's nothing, nothing that gets me off
Are you the mad? (Are you the mad?)
Are you the bitter? (Are you the bitter?)
Thank God I'm a turncoat killer
There's nothing, nothing that gets me (gets me)
There's nothing, nothing that gets me off like you do