Sold his soul to crusade of a screen Worthless individual that knows everything Don't hold back he's not pleasant or sweet It's ignorance and jealousy that make's his heart beat You don't know You can't hurt him back 'Cause he's a fly on the wall Yes an insect that crawls If pesticide won't do it we've got nothing at all Bye, bye And I won't hurt like that Bye, bye And I won't hurt like that Hurt like that Sold his soul for a scrolling crusade Hiding insecurity through this masquerade Fi gets fi now there’s blood on the screen It trips up on the floorboards but his conscious is clean You don't know You can't hurt him back 'Cause he's a fly that won't stall Yes an insect that crawls Violate its existence through the post on your walls Bye, bye And I won't hurt like that Bye, bye And I won't hurt like that Hurt like that Bye, bye And I won't hurt like that Bye, bye I won't hurt like that Hurt like that Bye, bye Bye, bye