the very reason that i live

The Simpsons

I've grown accustomed to his face

And dreams of gouging out his eyes
I've grown accustomed to my hate
My plans to lacerate
To disembowel
To hear him howl
The very reason that I live
Is plotting how to watch him die

I know this chubby scalawag
Has made my life a living hell
Surely, if I drank his blood
I'd be at peace
But well

You've grown accustomed to my face?

This isn't a duet

Sorry

I've grown accustomed to your fear
Accustomed to revenge
Accustomed to your face