I wanna rob you of your game face So I can cower beneath your words. Cause I'm a freak from the same place Let suicide make a meal for birds Into your heart, I've got the dagger; The metaphor will suffice for now. Get in my bed, i wanna kill you; Show you mine if you show me how. I get angry, When you're around, when you're around. I get nasty, When you're around, when you're around. She slit Her wrists For attention In 1996. She slit Her wrists Listening to live through this. So here I am, will you deny me? Metal now, but I've always been. Lets make a toast. Lets do the oil spill Let the seagulls pick out the sins. I want it now, I want the danger. Give me strength and I'll give you wings. I get angry, When you're around, when you're around. I get nasty, When you're around, when you're around. L-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w I get angry, When you're around, when you're around. I get nasty, When you're around, when you're around. I get angry, When you're around, when you're around. I get nasty, When you're around, when you're around.