| Right | 
| Hate, Hate, Hate | 
| Bring it! | 
| You don’t understand me | 
| And you probably never will | 
| I got a tendency to self-destruct | 
| And a soft spot for the filth | 
| A hair trigger temperament | 
| A switchblade for a tongue | 
| I’m a walking one-man genocide | 
| With a black belt in corrupt | 
| Everything I touch turns to ashes | 
| Falls away, it falls away | 
| Everything I touch turns to ashes | 
| It slips right through my hands | 
| Love me, hate me, isolate me! | 
| Everyday that I’m alive | 
| Straight up mentally unstable | 
| You don’t have to like my life | 
| I’m a jinx, a curse, some say, «the worst» | 
| I’m a savage, rabid beast | 
| I’ve been called so many fucking things | 
| It doesn’t affect me in the least | 
| I’ve stolen, lied, been crucified | 
| But I don’t regret a thing | 
| I’m an egocentric masochist | 
| With a sadist’s point of bleak | 
| Everything I touch turns to ashes | 
| Falls away, it falls away | 
| Everything I touch turns to ashes | 
| It slips right through my hands | 
| Love me, hate me, isolate me! | 
| Everyday that I’m alive! | 
| Live to prove you wrong | 
| It’s easy when your heart is filled with ice | 
| Chapters in my life define me | 
| Change me into this deprived | 
| Straight up mentally unstable | 
| You don’t have to like my life! | 
| Everything I touch turns to ashes | 
| Falls away, it falls away | 
| Everything I touch turns to ashes | 
| It slips right through my hands |