She's been a target before And he knows her handle well Emission nocturnal with envy, now She's rang his bell, but doesn't know it Universal in never ending, running from herself No reversal though in his calling Locked inside his, locked inside his hell She's burning his cross, with his fingers crossed Trophy Wifi Not a soul can tell He's got a show to tell The object of his infection hell bent on this sell, e-stalking profit Crawling sideways among the darkness Relentless in her escape for help Or lack thereof she's unwillingly now become His trophy to mountTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
