Texty: Cold. The Switch.

I can take another bet, she loves to fuck, I must confess
Everything is so abused, the little things she puts me through
I can't stand to be insane, you little fuck you're so arranged
All the pain is nearly dead, that's in my thoughts, and in your bed
I can't change well guess who, came to kill the love here
Every time you fuck guess who, came to kill the love here
I won't scream I'll take your bet, she loves to fuck I must confess
Everything is so abused, the little things she puts me through
I can't stand to be insane, you little fuck you're so arranged
All the pain is nearly dead, that?s in my thoughts, and in your bed
Can't kill monsters!