Aviva
Pull it again, it hurts no one
So you say to what will be gone
The rug is a deep red beneath
In contrast to the black of your teeth
You make me sick
Treating her like shit
Grab that down from the door!
What on earth is that for?
To hang her like a new shirt?
"It's not like it's going to hurt.."
So kill it like a lamb
Just stab as hard as you can
Until you can't feel breathing
Until you feel thought leaving
You make me sick
Treating her like shit
You make me sick
Treating her like shit
Success, you did it wrong
Where has all the fullness gone?
At least she is free from your eye
I just hope you don't survive
it's better to be a bastard sometimes (times ?)
You make me sick