With the sound of the underground Take your anger out of your mind Baby might have a razor under her tongue Baby looks like a bomb No sleep for my wicked mind I might have a razor under my tongue You made her the moster she has become She is out hungry for blood With the sound of the underground Take your anger out of your mind Baby might have a razor under her tongue Baby looks like a bomb Baby might have a razor under her tongue No sleep for my wicked mind I might have a razor under my tongue You made her the moster she has become She is out hungry for blood My mind is like a battlefield Wasteland of broken emotions I'm a raven came for their revenge Mother, daughter, holy misfit In the name of fucking misfit No sleep for my wicked mind I might have a razor under my tongue You made her the moster she has become She is out hungry for blood