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I feel hate in my soul.
I feel hate, but thats befall.
But its else not just hate.
Its the feeling what she made.
In me.
Shes a bitch, shes a fool.
Shes just a fucking dirty tool.
A woman of pure decay.
But its her ultimate choosed way.
Refr.:
She will burn on fire,
She will burn in flames.
Shes a snuffy flower
With no petal on its place.
I see her in shes own smudge.
I want to send her tremendous far.
Cuz I know shes very near.
And when shes there I will kill.
Her.
Shes a whore, shes sick.
The best home for her is a lunatic asylum.
A woman of pure havoc.
I want to see her in a burning stock.