I stand corrected Guess it just wasn?t meant to be I know I am maladjusted Crush what?s inside of me
I know of no remedy I know not how to cease This feeling of hate in me I just want to see you bleed
I know what I want I want to stop seeing red I know what I want I just want to see you dead
I don?t want your explanation I really couldn?t care less I?ve got my own reminder This scar across my breast
You are a faker anyway Ever up for a quick release Infect everyone around you Cover up your own disease
I know what I want I want to stop seeing red I know what I want I just want to see you dead
I know what I want I want to stop seeing red I know what I want I just want to see you dead
I know what I want I want to stop seeing red I know what I want I want to stop seeing red I know what I want? _________________________________________ by Dickinson