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Muerta
I'm so dead inside you can go ahead and call Me a stillborn Hell have No fury like a woman scorned ripped and then torn Deadly like the Damien Thorn Yes I'm dead but don't you mourn Your life is meaningless I'm so death obsessed ending lives is what I swore You've been forewarned Yes I've developed the instinct to kill better tuck your balls back in Ill terminate you test Me I will The Queen is back so kneel your existence I will steal It a thrill I love how it feels witness death close makes life so real Now bring that mother fucking beat in I keep killing these flows like all of these hoes that I just keep on beatin' Its an emergency better call some one 911 as your life fades a way I masturbate with scissors till I cum run rabbit run before My gun hits your temple I'm unpredictable I'm very temperamental You better fear Me My motives are detrimental estoy muerta adentro, compasion no lo siento () I know you wanna be dead just like Me Pull out the switchblade Slice precisely I know you wanna be dead just like Me 'muerta' Just like Me 'muerta' Just like Me 'muerta' I know you wanna be dead just like Me I fantasize daily and stalk nightly I know you wanna be dead just like Me 'muerta' Just like Me 'muerta' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Just like Me 'muerta' (End of )
Dead is what I am Nothing inside I could understand I can give a fuck less I could give a damn The pain that you bare the pain you could stand From haven I'm Banned obey all My commands You can't escape I'll lure you in like a pedophile in a van I'm the Queen of the damned that wretched harlot Empty inside My blood runs cold I'm heartless They all remain so clueless as if I'm a killer in disguise that you can't see to good to quit Can't wash it out of My system it deeply inoculated it gleams bright in this world where colors have faded I'm jaded My ritual's sacred and creative your life's soon to be mine and no body can save it I'm like Thomas Brown Hewitt when your down in My basement dismember your body and from the ceiling your hangin The taste of death I crave it it keeps Me motivated I'll leave your body mutilated step closer I'll demonstrate it Yeah
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I stand amid roar of a surf tormented shore and I hold within My hand grains of golden sand how few yet how they creep through My fingers to the deep while I weep is this nothing but a dream within a dream I stand amid roar of a surf tormented shore and I hold within My hand grains of golden sand how few yet how they creep through My fingers to the deep while I weep is this nothing but a dream within a dream
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