"Hi" lyrics

Hi
I have fucked up dreams bout painting this booth with brain
You're getting all on my nerves your death ain't hard to arrange
Went to my doctor he said that I am mental insane
I lick the blood off my fingers 'cause I can not feel pain

Terrific fire starter
Don't play my game I'll test ya
I might just die a martyr
I might just light his chest up
When I apply the pressure
When I apply the pressure
When I apply the pressure
When I apply the pressure

Go, go...

I dug your grave
Now stop
Moving moving moving
Now stop
Moving moving moving
Now stop
Moving moving moving
Now stop
Moving moving moving