When those words roll from his tounge
I want to vomit
everything he says has already been sung
Hes digging himself into a deep dark pit

Every time he talks 
I want to look away
Wherver he walks
I dont want to stay

What i think about should never leave my head
I think about how the body rots
When its hid under my bed
These are my angry thoughts

The thoughts i cannot say
for lack of being feared
So i walk my own own way
and never am i neared

Hi face i want to break
his blood i want to feel on my hands
his smile i want to take
and bury in the sands

He would have been fine
but he hurt her alot
Ill cut the head from that swine
These are my angry thoughts