I'm a pop star threat and i'm not dead yet
got a super dred bet with an angel drug head
like a dead beat winner, i want to be a sinner
an idolized bang for the industry killer
a hideous man that you don't understand
throw a suicide party and i'm guaranted to fucking snap
it's evilsonic, it's pornoholic
breakdowns, obscenities, it's all i wanna be

if you're 555, then i'm 666
if you're 555, i'm 666
(what's it like to be a heretic?)

everybody's so infatuated
everybody's so completely sure of what we are
everybody defamates from miles away
but face to face, they haven't got a thing to say
i bleed for this and i bleed for you
still you look in my face like i'm somebody new
toy - nobody wants anything i've got
which is fine, because you're made of
everything - i'm - not

if you're 555, then i'm 666
if you're 555, i'm 666
(what's it like to be a heretic?)

30 seconds, 16, 8, 4, lemme tell you why
i haven't the slightest, i'm teaching your brightest
they're listening, clamoring
all the money in the world can't buy me
go ahead, lie to me
tell me again how you're tortured
i wanna know how you followed your orders so well
you're full of shit
you had a dream, but this ain't it