Who the F*ck?

[Voice recording rewinds and plays certain parts, speeds up and slows down:]
"...Like last night, they are not like tremors, they are worse than tremors,
they are these terrors. And it's like, it feels like as if somebody
was gripping my throat and squeezing and..."

Some say, now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior,
Or a madman and polluted
From gutter institutions.
Don't anda breathe for me,
Undeserving of your sympathy,
Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did.

And through it all
How could anda cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it.
So shut your eyes,
Kiss me goodbye,
And sleep....

Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And anda never had a chance
Love it, atau leave it, anda can't understand
A pretty face, but anda do so carry on,
and on,
and on

I wouldn't front the scene if anda paid me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor

You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe

[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll...