This is gonna get fucked up. I apologize in advance...
We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it, baby, babe
She walked out with empty arms
Machine gun in her hand
She is good and she is bad
No one understands
She walked in in silence
Never spoke a word
She's got a rich daddy
She's her daddy's girl
She loves naked sin
He loves evil sex
She has lost control
They are growing old
Attitude, you got some fucking attitude
I can't believe what you said to me
You got some attitude
If you're gonna scream, scream with me
Moment's like this never last
When new creatures rape your face
hybrids opened up the door
Oh, baby, when you cry
Your face is momentary
You hide your looks behind these scars
In hybrid moments
Give me a moment
Give me a moment
Give me a moment
We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
We are 138, We are 138
In the eyes of tiger
Die, die, die my darling
Don't utter a single word
Die, die, die my darling
Just shut your pretty mouth
I'll be seeing you again
I'll be seeing you in hell
I got something to say
I killed a baby today
And it doesn't matter that much to me
As long as it's dead
I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it... OH SHIT! ... doesn't matter that much to me
As long as she spread
Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your FUCK MY ASS! waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress
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