Bad smell of disinfection is unbearable
It's engraves with burning pain under the skin

Demons of evil are embodied into monstrosity
Transformation is becoming perfect
Behind the glassdoor

Brain is full with of nasty disgust
Heart is already damned muscle
She's obsessed by power of all evil
There idyll gets unsuspected dimension
Behind the glassdoor

Sins against her conviction
She sins against her mission
She sins on our youngest
Behind the glassdoor
Neurotic bitch in blue and white sins
Behind the glassdoor

Rope - you deserve only this one
I would like to be the one who kicks the chair
Rope - you won't know number of martyrs
I want your death, so go to hell!

Thought to harm is strong
Child's crying so relentless
You try hardness of crenial bones on
They won't tell it to their mother - so you kill

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