Cursed Sails - Gasoline

Aren't you just a twisted sick fuck.

Drown your face in gasoline.
I'll light the match.
You take the heat.

Drown your face in gasoline.
I'll light the match.
You hit repeat.

I'm so tired of hearing this shit.
All the bands today have nothing to say.
Poor me, poor old me.
If you say another word, pour me a drink.

Drown your face in gasoline.
I'll light the match.
You take the heat.

Drown your face in gasoline.
I'll light the match.
You hit repeat.

Empty words you wrapped in hate.
I bet your parents always loved you, paid for everything.
So stop acting like a twisted sick fuck.
Saw you at the mall, you were wearing crocs.

Is this song creepy enough?
Learned how to whisper.
Life must suck.
Is this song creepy enough?
20 something and a virgin.
I'll call your bluff.

Drown your face in gasoline, I'll drown your stupid fucking face in gasoline.

Drown your face in gasoline, I'll light the match.

You stand for nothing
You just hate everything

Drown your face in gasoline