Lyrics

[Chorus: $WAGGOT] Nothing is cooler than pictures of corpses Of children that serial rapists have tortured Show everybody that you're fuckin' hardcore A cold-blooded badass for sure, oh, gore Oh, gore [Verse 1: $WAGGOT] Don't be confused, I wouldn't wanna give you the satisfaction Of thinking that you'd been giving exactly the reaction That you wanted all along just 'cause I'm writing a song Don't think you made me throw up 'Cause I've seen more than enough Harlequin fetus, Goatse, and TubGirl, the unholy trinity, 2004 I've been there, done that, all way before The advent of the gore tag on Tumblr Oh, gore A dismembered eyeball allows me to see How hard you are trying to look and seem Badass, psychopath, I guess And your empathy's gone, I know that you wanted Just that response all along [Chorus: $WAGGOT] Nothing is cooler than pictures of corpses Of children that serial rapists have tortured Show everybody that you're fucking hardcore A cold-blooded badass for sure, oh, gore Oh, gore Nothing is cooler than pictures of corpses Of children that serial rapists have tortured Show everybody that you're fucking hardcore A cold-blooded badass for sure, oh, gore [Verse 2: Baby Colors] Bloody blogs, wannabes, show-offs Do you wash your body with bloody Band-Aids you ripped off? Bitten 'til you bleed Got your flesh between your boyfriend's teeth Gotta show the Internet you branded yourself permanently For the sake of a note Snap another pic with various suicide notes on your throat So hardcore, you're welcome for the idea I'll pitch you more when you quit ripping off horror movie trivia For your aesthetic, so inauthentic Quote Ultraviolence, dressing like the girls from The Craft, now you're poetic But your beliefs maintain your fear of God Please delete your gore blog