Cavaliers and Roundheads

Three is evil, the most evil of all of the numbers Coarse and hateful, full of unrest and neglect (Hey) When they get you, you become someone else Cold and distant, a cavalier to my roundhead And as you make Your pretty speech (Hey) I seethe Like Vesuvius With reason drowned by toxic thoughts I'm going to the dark side 'cause Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you I want reperations The streets are run with your blood I want the limelight back I want it back There is no reason to pretend That we are closer than this (Hey) For I know that you know that I know that you know I would rather claw out your eyes With reason drowned by toxic thoughts I'm going to the dark side 'cause Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you I want reperations The streets are run with your blood I want the limelight back I want it back Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you Sometimes I want to hurt you, sometimes I want to hurt you I want reperations The streets are run with your blood I want the limelight back I want it back