Born Villain
I could give you a dozen
Fresh
Cut
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become
I could give you a dozen
Fresh
Cut
Pink, or red, or white
I wonder if they knew what they
Would grow to become
Become become
Become become
Be be become
Become become
Become become
Be be become
You'll have to cut it down
And burn me into splinters
Or I'll unwrap the string
That was me
Around your finger
And I'll hang you in
Your bedroom burial ground
There is a taste for blood
And it's something deep inside
There is a taste for blood
And it's deep inside
Become become
Become become
Be be become
Become become
Become become
Be be become
I don't ever want God
To hear our screams
And mistake them for prayers
And you know I'm loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and I'll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
There is a taste for blood
And it's something deep inside
There is a taste for blood
And it's deep inside
Become become
Become become
Be be become
Become become
Become become
Be be become
And you know I'm loaded
But not which chamber
Touch me and I'll go
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
Click click click click click
I'm born villain
Don't pretend to be a victim
I'm born villain
Don't pretend to be a victim
I'm born villain
Don't pretend to be a victim
I'm born villain
Don't pretend to be a victim
Villano nacido
Podría darte una docena de
Fresco
Cortar
Rosa, o rojo, o blanco
Me pregunto si sabían lo que
Crecería para convertirse en
Podría darte una docena de
Fresco
Cortar
Rosa, o rojo, o blanco
Me pregunto si sabían lo que
Crecería para convertirse en
Conviértase en
Conviértase en
Ser convertido
Conviértase en
Conviértase en
Ser convertido
Tendrás que cortarlo
Y quemarme en astillas
O voy a desenvolver la cadena
Ese fui yo
Alrededor de tu dedo
Y te colgaré en
El cementerio de su dormitorio
Hay un gusto por la sangre
Y es algo en el fondo
Hay un gusto por la sangre
Y está en el fondo
Conviértase en
Conviértase en
Ser convertido
Conviértase en
Conviértase en
Ser convertido
Nunca quiero a Dios
Para escuchar nuestros gritos
Y confundirlos con oraciones
Y sabes que estoy cargado
Pero no en qué cámara
Tócame y me iré
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Hay un gusto por la sangre
Y es algo en el fondo
Hay un gusto por la sangre
Y está en el fondo
Conviértase en
Conviértase en
Ser convertido
Conviértase en
Conviértase en
Ser convertido
Y sabes que estoy cargado
Pero no en qué cámara
Tócame y me iré
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Haga clic clic clic clic clic clic clic clic
Nací villano
No finjas ser una víctima
Nací villano
No finjas ser una víctima
Nací villano
No finjas ser una víctima
Nací villano
No finjas ser una víctima