Tekster: Betty Blowtorch. Get Off.

i can hear you coming
down the hallway
i can feel your breath
on my neck

mom help me
dad he's raping me
dad get off of me
dad you're huring me

i hate you
fuck you
i hate you
fuck you

I was only nine
get off me now
___?___
fuck you, you fucking jerk

dad get off
dad stop

fuck you
you're sick
___?___
im not to blame
your'e the one who's insane


eat my shit
you're a fucking dick
i hate you
fuck you
i hate you
fuck you

my name is talking tiny and i hate you
my name is talking tiny and i am going to kill you
ha ha ha, you're going to die

i can hear you coming
down the hallway
i can feel your breath
on my neck

mommy
mommy
mommy
mommy