Now Heres A Metal For Being So Fucking Perfect, Perfect At Making Me Miserable, How Do You Do It. So Let Me Get Some Paper To Take Down These Notes, So That I Can Take The Papers Dull Edge And Saw Away At My Tired Wrists, Theres Something About You , I Cant Quite Put My Finger On It, I Cant Quit Put My Hands Around Your Fucking Neck, You Die.