I'd kill to be a sensitive person
But my heart, it beats so closely to the blade
And if I pierce it and I've come close
I'd just pour salt into the wound
Because I hate the sweetness
I hate the sweetness of the blood

And the only mercy that I give is for the bugs
And the only mercy that I give is for the bugs
And the only mercy that I give is for the bugs

Various chanting and squealing
I feel the ground in my face
And the sun in my feet
And the wind in my mouth as I speak

And thе only mercy that I give is for the bugs
And thе only mercy that I give is for the bugs
And the only mercy that I give is for the bugs
And the only mercy that I give is for the bugs