Birth Of The Anti Mother by Norma Jean
From the bloodline of vicious serpents
A dreadful heart within a lovely shell
A Demons heart, but with the face of god
I guess a liars hear is still true even if her lips are not
The vomit that flows out from your mouth has seeped into your chest
Searching for the strength to breathe on one last lie from you
But right now the grave seems so much easier
The fear of that devil in me... it comes from you.
You're like the smoke in the window
She comes for sorrow.
She comes for lies
We came here for blooed.
Did you? yes or no?
No ones getting out because we came for blooed
Were not breathing and I don't care
Because no ones breathing... she's not breathing.
Choke that witch out.
Choke her out.