Tekster:
Vendetta Red Sisters Of The Red Death

I got a secret. A terrible secret. And if I told you would you promise to keep it secret? I just put my head down every time they call my name 'cause

Took half your face and both your eyes. It left you nothing but paralyzed. And mushroom clouds, they left behind our cities crumbling, but I don't mind

Hey miscarriage, I was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave. But the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell, they're all, "Hey now what's that sound

Fear in a frame? Or the picture of a girl? With a gorgonesque stare, her scale covered hair's got a snake in every curl. With her forked tongue and her

Poke your jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe. Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal. Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth

married to you. RAPE They found her swinging from a pipe in the basement of the church of Jesus Christ. We sang RAPE. We know whose hands are stained red

Shoot to kill, she wrapped her legs around my face. Stripped down when she went down and that's all. And where is art? It's in the tears of the retarded