(Hook):
Point the finger. Crucify me.
I'm not Jesus. I'm far from godly.
Isn't it funny how they live with hypocrisy?
I am the embodiment
of all the skeletons you've been hiding.

(Verse 1):
People know that I'm strange,
but they presuppose of my ways.
Must've been something in the water they drank.
Hate to go out and see the look on their face.
It's the House of Horrors
and no one's human. It's Out of Order.
Creatures crawling out of corners.
They say I'm the problem, but I'm not so sure of that.

(Chorus):
Everyone's resembling a character.
The World has gone inside-out.

(Hook):
Point the finger. Crucify me.
I'm not Jesus. I'm far from godly.
Isn't it funny how they live with hypocrisy?
I am the embodiment
of all the skeletons you've been hiding.

(Verse 2):
As a child,  I was outcasted and outmatched.
The Midas Touch didn't sound bad. I would frown, sad;
and cry so much that my mouth dragged to the ground,
'til I found that wicked power and crown last, then I bounced back.
What I wrote would eventually happen.
I'd scribble and Scrabble; piecing words to make sense of the madness.
Something unholy granted me this; an enchantment.
So, I thought of the ones that damaged with their shitty antics.
Each page became like the threads of a voodoo doll,
The brutal thoughts from my noodle were pins to stick through them all.
I'm like a Witch who can use a ball. I say your heart'll stop,
and then watch you fall and flop against who's with you. It's awesome.
Your best friend that laughed when you patronized me
gets a bit of The Craft [while] saving your life when I draw his head detached.
Yeah, they call me Notebook., but I'm Death Note.
Karma is a Goddess 'cause I said so.

(Chorus):
Everyone's resembling a character.
The World has gone inside-out.

(Hook):
Point the finger. Crucify me.
I'm not Jesus. I'm far from godly.
Isn't it funny how they live with hypocrisy?
I must be the embodiment
of all the skeletons you've been hiding.