I could give you a dozen fresh, cut, pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they would grow to become

I could give you a dozen fresh cut pink or red or white
I wonder if they knew what they would grow to become

Become, become, become, become
Be-be-become
Become, become, become, become
Be-be-become

You´ll have to cut it down and burn me into splinters
Or I´ll unwrap the string that was me, from your finger
And I´ll hang you in your bedroom burial ground

There is a taste for blood
And it´s something deep inside

There is a taste for blood
And it´s deep inside

Become, become, become, become
Be-be-become
Become, become, become, become
Be-be-become

I don´t ever want God to hear our screams
And mistake them for prayers
And you know I´m loaded, but not which chamber
Touch me and I´ll go click, click, click, click, click
Click, click, click, click, click
Click, click, click, click, click

There is a taste for blood
And it´s something deep inside

There is a taste for blood
And it´s deep inside

Become, become, become, become
Be-be-become
Become, become, become, become
Be-be-become

And you know I´m loaded, but not which chamber
Touch me and I´ll go click, click, click, click, click
Click, click, click, click, click
Click, click, click, click, click

I´m born villain, don´t pretend to be a victim
I´m born villain, don´t pretend to be a victim
I´m born villain, don´t pretend to be a victim
I´m born villain, don´t pretend to be a victim

I´m born villain, don´t pretend to be a victim
I´m born villain, don´t pretend to be a victim