They all said I couldn't do it.
They all said I wasn't good enough.
All said I wasn't tough enough.
They all got into my head.
I was almost numb.
It was all in my thoughts.
Who isn't good enough now?
Why are your faces down?
Should I cut out a smile?
Right up to your eyes.
Oh you can't talk.
Or walk.
Cause you're all dead.
Cause I slit your next necks.
They were all so scared.
When my knife pierced their necks.
Who isn't good enough now?
Why are your faces down?
Should I cut out a smile?
Right up to your eyes.
Your blood tastes good.
It all feels new.
