The Microphones
I Hope You Wish You’d Die
There's no light
And everyone is dying
This fire in my eyes
And the rest of me is dying
I hope you wish you'd die
I want you to not exist
I want you to feel my fists
But you tore off both my arms
And the rest of me is dying
No one deserves this
But I wish you'd feel it
I can barely move my limbs
My body is all messed up cause of you
How will this end?
I hope I won't give anything to you