How Would You Like To Be Spat At In The Face

I want to tell it to your face,
The way you make me feel
Spit at all you stand for
And make you kneel.

I want to tell it to your face,
The hurt,
That your world's unreal.
Spit along your pavements
And make you see,
Make you see... haaoowww.

I wish to scream it to your face
The pain you put me through.
I wish my words could find a pace,
Harsch enough to suit you,
Harsch enough to suit you,
Harsch enough to suit you,
Harsch enough to suit you !
You and your pitiful narci-ssistic ways-s-s,
Girl,
How would you like to-o be s-spa-at at in the-the fa-ace...