He handed me a pair of pliers,
And he told me to pull out his teeth,
Because as long as he had them,
He'd use them to do bad things,
Your cold on the inside,
There's a dog in your heart,
And it tells you to tear everything apart,
My body's covered in teeth marks,
Your bites worse then your bark,
You ruin everything you touch,
And destroy anyone you love,
You're all over me,
He'd sunk his teeth into the flesh,
Of many others,
Infecting them with,
Whatever was already inside him,
He'd broken all their hymens,
Cut them open,
And played inside them,
He'd hollow out their bodies,
So they'd feel just empty as him,
You're cold o