Lyrics

Tick Tock! Your time is up. My mind's made up. Don't make a scene.
I'll be your nuisance, your self conscious famous magazine.
I'm self affliction: your addiction designed.
Just learn to love me cause you're wasting my time.

I'm a son of a gun. Ain't that a motherfucker?

Now that you've built this up I'll be the end you never knew.
Make up for all the time I've wasted putting up wit you.
Kick back and watch me like the edge of a storm.
Because you're burning up and that's what's keeping you warm.