Better Off Dead

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 head
I don't care what daddy made you do
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 did 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 answers 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
Like myspace, facebook, twitter …
I mean that’s a stalkers paradise right there
Just grab some random photos, make up a name
And you're ready to pass judgment 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
Causing pain really gets you wet
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 fucking dead!

You’re better off dead bitch