Funeral sings about his troubling hatred towards a woman he may have once loved, he lets the audience know that he no longer cares for her and shall live in her consciousness for years to come.
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm in your mental I air it out
I ain't got nothing to care about
Bitch, what in the fuck is you staring 'bout?
Fucking with me is a scary route
Baby, I'm creeping, I'm crawling
I'ma have you falling
I'ma bring you things that you ain't ever wanted
[Chorus]
When I'm in your bloodstream
I turn to a blood feen
I want them to want me
I let them haunt me
I am one with the violence
I still die inside
Let's take our cyanide tonight
When I'm in your bloodstream
I turn to a blood feen
I want them to want me
I let them haunt me
I am one with the violence
I still die inside
Let's take our cyanide tonight
[Verse 2]
I know you wish you had me outta your head
Fuck around and leave us both dead
In the backseat, ready the lead
Leave the scene, I ain't got nothing left
Leave the scene, I ain't got nothing left
Leave the scene, I ain't got nothing left
Leave the scene, hehe, oh
[Chorus]
When I'm in your bloodstream
I turn to a blood feen
I want them to want me
I let them haunt me
I am one with the violence
I still die inside
Let's take our cyanide tonight
When I'm in your bloodstream
I turn to a blood feen
I want them to want me
I let them haunt me
I am one with the violence
I still die inside
Let's take our cyanide tonight