Letras
started with a little bit of resentment
and now I'm in too deep to look away
too late, you've opened the wound
and left us used from the games you play
we say, it's the little things,
little things, little things, that are breaking me
it's the little things, little things sending me
cause i got malice on the brain
i got madness in the way
no need to worry,
if you get out in a hurry
i got malice on the brain
chaos made me unafraid
no use in changing
it's too late to save me
M - A - L - I - C - E
look at what you've done to me
i'm used to using
cold and ruthless
self-abusing
what you love to hate
so get out for your own sake
cause i got malice on the brain
i got madness in the way
no need to worry,
if you get out in a hurry
i got malice on the brain
chaos made me unafraid
no use in changing
it's too late to save me
M - A - L - I - C - E
look at what you've done to me
look at what you've done to me!"