They say company loves misery
At least I think that's what I heard
This road to hell can be slippery
Maybe the fall is well deserved

Now I foam at the mouth
I will consume the world
Killing parts of myself
Write my obituary
Bleeding out on the couch
I don't feel anything
You better tread carefully
This is what you made of me

I can be the worst kind of person, oh
I kind of like that version though
Keep it up till the curtains close
Better tread carefully
This is what you made of me

Send my regards to my enemies
I found a worse one in myself
I've been deprived of all empathy
One less thing rotting on my shelf

Now I foam at the mouth
I will consume the world
Killing parts of myself
Write my obituary
Bleeding out on the couch
I don't feel anything
You better tread carefully
This is what you made of me

I can be the worst kind of person, oh
I kind of like that version though
Keep it up till the curtains close
Better tread carefully
This is what you made of me

Kill or be killed
This is what you made of me
Kill or be killed
This is what you made of me

And when you start to get sick of me
I know that feeling all too well
Now this regression is bittersweet
No one can save me from myself

I can be the worst kind of person, oh
I kind of like that version though
Keep it up till the curtains close
Better tread carefully
This is what you made of me

Kill or be killed
This is what you made of me
Kill or be killed
This is what you made of me