作词 : Hester Prynne/Lance Rollins
作曲 : Lance Rollins
Those pretty eyes beg my forgiveness
You trick b***h, I'm better off with slit wrists
How many bastards did you convince that you were in love with them, while you were ****ing 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 ****ing 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 follows