She is the self proclaimed new heroine She is the martyr off all things serene No human vice No earthly possessions She was bred out of your own misconceptions She was there when your world turned to shit She was gone when you made up for it White on black, the perfect illusion Indulge her while she fuels your delusions
Bitter witch This Hive Queen Close your eyes and wait for God Gone amiss A ripe pick Swallow you and Spit out the seeds I weigh more But means less Body emptied, head severed A new church In her. You might just be... At it again
You think up big words to justify it But it boils down to you being a prick Think again when she turns you her cheek Your resolve just won't make things turn real She was the self proclaimed new heroine She made you wish you could fuck up again She was the self proclaimed new heroine But wasn't real Get the fuck over itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
