Don't wake the beast in me,
Cause my machete kills.
It's friday the 13th.
My life is halloween.
Heads are my souvenirs
Hanging on the ceiling.
Don't try to run away,
Your heart belongs to me.
For my bloody paintings
I face the guillotine.
The escaped heroine
Is not my fucking script.
I hide behind a mask,
That's why you want to ask,
What kind of fly bit me?
This question'll be the last...
23.04.2024