One Match And A Gallon Of Gasoline

So I’m misogynistic?

Call me what you wish

But I know and you know she was asking for it

Got my match and a gallon of gasoline

I will burn every bridge that’s in between

Burn it, burn it all to the ground

So I am homicidal?

Call me what you will

I can’t help the fact that I was born to kill

It’s getting hot in here

You are dead in my hands

You are dead in my eyes

You are dead in my heart

You are dead to this world