Pour yourself some cyanide
Put out your gaslight
You want a firefight?
I’ll be the smoke
There’s no need to panic
Make it romantic
Take you for granted
Turn you to stone, stone
How’d you get so toxic, stuck in selfish ways?
And let you make me nauseous, throwing up for days
So damn sadistic, you’re parasitic
And I won’t let your ego crawl its way to my brain
I’m celebrating your self-destruction
And while you’re drinking poison, I’ll be drinking champagne
Pour yourself some cyanide
Put out your gaslight
You want a firefight?
I’ll be the smoke
There’s no need to panic
Make it romantic
Take you for granted
Turn you to stone
I got eyes
Like Medusa
Go to hell, go to hallelujah
I got eyes
Like Medusa
Go to hell, go to hallelujah-lujah
I guess I’ll spit my venom, now that I’m a snake
Shed my skin and mix some vengeance in your drink
Pour yourself some cyanide
Put out your gaslight
You want a firefight?
I’ll be the smoke
There’s no need to panic
Make it romantic
Take you for granted
Turn you to stone
I got eyes
Like Medusa
Go to hell, go to hallelujah
I got eyes
Like Medusa
Go to hell, go to hallelujah
I’m Medusa
Like Medusa
Uh
Let’s put some vengeance in your drink
Pour yourself some cyanide
Put out your gaslight
You want a firefight?
I’ll be the smoke
There’s no need to panic
Make it romantic
Take you for granted
Turn you to stone
I got eyes
Like Medusa
Go to hell, go to hallelujah
I got eyes
Like Medusa
Go to hell, go to hallelujah
Like Medusa
Other lyrics by Stitched Up Heart:
BEAST
This rage I Keep it caged and I Still haunt you Creeping in the dead of night I’m Frankenstein-en But I don’t mind it I kept it hiding Lives inside and I …
CANNIBAL
How’d I get to be so evil? Blending in with pretty people? In a skin-tight dress Caught your eye make you lose your I’m about to set my trap A taste for …
DEAD TO ME
Self-destructive therapy I’m so fucking dead to me Dead I’m so fucking dead to me Dead I’m so fucking dead to me You can try, but you can’t kill …
DEVILICIOUS
Can’t get enough when they say I’m a psycho (I’m a psycho) (Psycho) I must confess I’m feeling bloody homicidal (Homicidal) (Homicidal) …
EX-TERMINATION
I’m seeing red What a violent mess It’s all my fault I never left Instead I turn black and blue I should have known The damage that you’d put me through …