Flinching as her wavy hair
hisses
Slithers around and
around
Entangles her
face
Nothing is to be seen
Coils
of our beauty queen's reptile
crown
I can't bare to see your face
Without thinking kill her
I
just want my fucking space
I can
count the six feet under ground
I just wish you were
erased
Who'd think a mirror to
your face could kill
Stone
Your
monster face chews beauty no
more
And how I'd kill to gaze my
eyes upon kind recollection
Where
you and I could bow
Perhaps to
get along less the ugly in
stone
With all the smiles and all
that's kind
put right in your
face
None could silence the sound
Of your hissing moral
chorus
Kill her
Fucking kill
her
Stick the fucking mirror to
her fucking face x2
Queen of the ugly x3