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In My Role As The Most Hated Singer

In the local underground music scene

In my role as the most hated singer

In the local underground music scene

I've met a lot of well-dressed cowards

Who were never afraid of anything

I used to hang on each and every word

But now it just seems like a waste of time

You can say anything you want now baby

Just as long as you don't try and waste my time

Oh God I loved you

I should've killed you when I had the chance

Now you say that in my sight you love me

But at the time it was kind of hard to tell

I feel like I've been wrung dry baby

It's too late, why don't you just go to hell

Oh God I loved you

I should've killed you when I had the chance

In my role as the most hated singer

In the local underground music scene

All I got was to find your fingerprints

Over everything I've loved and everything I've been

Oh God I loved you

I should've killed you when I had the chance

I cut you up and I'll stick the knife in

I swear you still won't feel a thing