Wrath Fried By Fluoride

I want you to be
As miserable as me
I want you to scream
And I want you bleed

I want you to hurt
I want you to hurt
I want you to be buried
Deep down under dirt, dirt

I want you to hurt
I want you to hurt

Why aren't you sad?
Why aren't you mad?
Why is your life great?
And why is mine so bad?

I wish you the worst
I wish you the worst
I wish I that could see you
Carried away inside of a hearse

I want you to hurt
I want you to hurt