This is not the lyrics to the song "Born Villain", this song is "Overneath The Path Of Misery".
This confusion occured due to it featuring in the short film for the album "Born Villain".
Born Villain is a seperate song entirely. To which the lyrics are:
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
You'll have to cut it down and burn me into splinters
Or I'll unwrap the string that was me from 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
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
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
I'm born villain, don't pretend to be a victim
I'm born villain, don't pretend to be a victim
This is not the lyrics to the song "Born Villain", this song is "Overneath The Path Of Misery". This confusion occured due to it featuring in the short film for the album "Born Villain".
Born Villain is a seperate song entirely. To which the lyrics are:
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
You'll have to cut it down and burn me into splinters Or I'll unwrap the string that was me from 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
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
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 I'm born villain, don't pretend to be a victim I'm born villain, don't pretend to be a victim