VERSE 1
I’m in love with my lust, in death we trust
I’m in love with the societies that crumbled to dust
I’m in love with my machete, her name is Betty
The only girl whom I could really go steady
I’m in love with terrorism on the television
And how the lives saved were a tough decision
I’m in love with chaos, I was raised in that mess
I’m in love with my ability to control and infest
CHORUS
You can call me a fruit basket
But I’ve already bought the caskets
You can call me an extremist
But it’s me you will believe in
VERSE 2
I’m not in love with your sexy sister
Don’t try to say that I’d ever kissed her
I’m not in love with your trophy wife
I’m not in love with the married life
I’m not in love with your daughter
I’m not in love with being led to slaughter
Nobody can save me however they try
The world is mine, one-by-one they die
CHORUS
You can call me a fruit basket
But I’ve already bought the caskets
You can call me an extremist
But it’s me you will believe in
BRIDGE
Beauty is only skin deep at best
The game of life is a fucking test
One that I’ve failed ten times over
Might as well be another freeloader
VERSE 3
I’m in love with the lives I hold in my hands
I’m in love with being the last man who stands
I’m in love with being the walking Armageddon
I don’t care if you don’t seem to fucking get it
CHORUS
You can call me a fruit basket
But I’ve already bought the caskets
You can call me an extremist
But it’s me you will believe in
FINAL LINES
I’m in love!
I’m in love!
I’m in love!
And no one cares!
And no one cares!
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