freddy loeb - i hope that you're dead but i know that you're not lyrics

take me back to your room
drinkin’ some spoiled scotch
because you saw [?]
we’ll play your ps2
make sure the door is locked
we smoke but still get caught

i was there
you tipped off all your sick little thoughts
i don’t care what you’re on
if your limbs wilt and rot
and i hope that you’re dead, but i know that you’re not
and i hope that you’re dead, but i know that you’re not
and i’m sick to my stomach [?]