It irritates you, the way I dress
it bothers you, my hair so short
I don't it to annoy you, I confess
I hate you, and all your sort
Sheer Terror (x5)
Destroying things, are easy to do
but me, I just like scaring you
you wonder what goes on, in my head
don't try to find out, or you'll be dead
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