Smashed apart the dishes, and put them in your brains By your own emission, you're only filled with hate Did what the devil wishes, and beckoned him to stay In the bedsheets and plastic as they carried him away Ah-Ah, Ah-Ah You're born without a conscience Or anything love'll do What brought you to be like that But oh, who you gonna forgive Seconds from his annihilation Oh, what you got to give You are nothing but your anger information You spent up all your money, forgot to buy a bed You tried to crack me open, but burned yourself instead Well, I guess that you've proven you're a real son of a bitch You tore down all the bridges without the fire switch Oh, who you gonna forgive Seconds from his annihilation Oh, what you got to give You are nothing but your anger information You are nothing but your anger information You are nothing but your anger information You are nothing but the anger information