Quickly Now!

Call them up,
tell'em that I'm dead,
They didn't need me anymore,
so they chopped off my head.

They used me up,
and they bled me dry,
they left me there to fester
now they left me here cry.

I'm surprised I wasn't dead before,
I'm always afraid I can't take much more.

They never stop
one day I'll snap
they'll get whats there's
and then I'll nap.

All of a sudden,
it's all my fault.
I hate you.