5 acessos
I, I dug a hole
Fit for a queen
But she, she bore a tunnel
Through the back of my head
Now we'll see who's comming back
I through there is no comming back
Spitting blood and seeing black
That is what is comming back
She raises from black velvet
She knows her sacrifice has failed
The bride steps into the hallway
I feel a reckoning is in order
Strike her down