Oh, it's filthy in here. Garbage wall to wall,
and I don't wanna be the king of dirt no more.

Things are different.
There are people here who deserve a shiny world,
A world where innocence is a bright white tile floor.


So I'll be the bleach, I'll be the deadly disinfectant
I will destroy everything that makes you sick

And turns your pink heart black.

There is terror here, a sneaky sick belief

That I will never have the guts to make things clean.

So I'll be the bleach, I'll be the deadly disinfectant

I will destroy everything that makes you sick
And turns your pink heart black.
I'll be the bleach. I'll be the clean that makes your eyes burn.

I am here to let you know, that if you go,
And the dirty world attacks, I will bring you back.


I will bring you back.