Things aren't the way they were.
Girl.
Your nothing.
Just a manipulative psycho dressing like an angel.
Think your something special.
Well you,yous ain't the devil.
Ive tried cried died.
Deep inside.
Hatred and fear overflowing deep within.
But givin the situation to me its nolonger sad.
Hell your so pathetic by now not even mad.
Im glad your getting all the hate all the degeneration.
Having less like you would probably help this dead nation.
But i must confess for a pest your nothing at all.
Your pretty bland unoriginal and uncreative more then my fucking wall.

But you know your like all fools who run astray.
Thinking your hot shit letting everybody touch your virtual pussy.
But i know your not brave.
Naw.
Your just a wuss.
Ill leave you lying in a road scrapping all the puss from your dieing cold body.
Its funny i would sell my soul for such.
It almost happened and yet you still steal and lie.
Cry.
Manipulate your "friends" for their art.
Your smellier then a fart.
A foul stench rotting away.
Steal whats mine ill take whats yours away.
You think your hot shit.
Dressing like a white knight.
Sorry girl your race is a dead sight.
Heroes now days only wear black.
You your scummier then my grandparents asscrack.

Karma almost killed you once.
Bullet to the brains.
If you were wise you'd stop this plight.
But you'd sooner risk others lives for your own gains.
Their pain.
Means nothing to you.
So long as your the "hero" it never will.
Cause to you heroes don't save they destroy.
So well see what you do when its your own life.
Shall we?
Can we?
Oh we can.
And we will.
Kill.
Bill.
Destroy.
Corruption.
All the same.
All one evil seed.
What you need means zero to me.
Bitch.
Ill always be better unlike you not a fetter binding my friends down.
You.
Your just a fuckhead clown.