Those pretty eyes beg my forgiveness You trick bitch, I'm better off with slit wrists How many bastards did you convince that you were in love with them, while you were fucking all his friends? You filthy piece of shit I want you dead before my eyes
Her lips trip the guillotine, collecting heads as trophies Taking names and digging graves
Beware the wraith with an angels eyes A great deception, angels were meant for heaven
That doesn't mean I would like to be the one to show you how fucking empty you are
Let's see how much it means for you to have the last word Will you struggle to speak even with your lips sewn?
I am the horror of your dreams Horror. And you will never wake up
My embrace won't let you go, to the grave it followsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
