Throw me like a Molotov
Machette cut and saw it off
Okay, okay, okay, okay
I guess I'll fuckin' die alone
We all fuckin' die alone
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Picking holes in demi gods
Nothing making sense at all
Okay, okay, okay, okay
I guess I'll fucking die alone
We all fucking die alone
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Why is love a dirty curse?
Make it bleed and make it hurt

Okay, okay, okay, okay
Throw me like a Molotov
Guess I'll fucking die alone
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Throw me like a Molotov
We all fucking die alone

All they do is weaponise
What you want, your state of mind
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Pretty manners when they talk
Targets to a tomahawk
Okay, okay, okay, okay

You fake nice
Harvesting the best lies
Fist fight
Then you turn a blind eye
Fuck that
I'd rather be a lowlife

Why is love a dirty word?
Make it bleed and make it hurt