Artificial

You're just so fake.
I find it funny.
How you just take.
And take...
And take...

You never do anything for anyone but yourself.
You always do everything to put me through hell.
Well I hope you know who you're messing with.
And I hope that you can make the best of it.
You can only blame yourself.
Because I'm about to make it rain in hell.

You brought the wrath of God upon yourself.
Now you can deal with consequences.
The consequences of that sick smile.
That sick smile that makes me want to put your body a mile underground.