Muerta - Razakel

I’m so dead inside you can go ahead and call Me a stillborn

Hell have No fury like a woman scorned ripped and then torn

Deadly like the Damien Thorn

Yes I’m dead but don’t you mourn

Your life is meaningless I’m so death obsessed ending lives is what I swore

You’ve been forewarned

Yes I’ve developed the instinct to kill

Better tuck your balls back in Ill terminate you test Me I will

The Queen is back so kneel your existence I will steal

It a thrill I love how it feels witness death close makes life so real

Now bring that mother fucking beat in

I keep killing these flows like all of these hoes that I just keep on beatin'

Its an emergency better call some one 911 as your life fades a way

I masturbate with scissors till I cum run rabbit run before My gun hits your

temple

I’m unpredictable I’m very temperamental

You better fear Me My motives are detrimental

Estoy muerta adentro, compasion no lo siento

I know you wanna be dead just like Me

Pull out the switchblade Slice precisely

I know you wanna be dead just like Me «muerta»

Just like Me «muerta»

Just like Me «muerta»

I know you wanna be dead just like Me

I fantasize daily and stalk nightly

I know you wanna be dead just like Me «muerta»

Just like Me «muerta»

Just like Me «muerta»

(End of)

Dead is what I am Nothing inside I could understand

I can give a fuck less I could give a damn

The pain that you bare the pain you could stand

From haven I’m Banned obey all My commands

You can’t escape I’ll lure you in like a pedophile in a van

I’m the Queen of the damned that wretched harlot

Empty inside My blood runs cold I’m heartless

They all remain so clueless as if

I’m a killer in disguise that you can’t see to good to quit

Can’t wash it out of My system it deeply inoculated it gleams bright in this

world where colors have faded

I’m jaded My ritual’s sacred and creative your life’s soon to be mine and no

body can save it

I’m like Thomas Brown Hewitt when your down in My basement dismember your body

and from the ceiling your hangin

The taste of death I crave it it keeps Me motivated I’ll leave your body

mutilated step closer I’ll demonstrate it Yeah

I stand amid roar of a surf tormented shore and I hold within My hand

Grains of golden sand how few yet how they creep through My fingers to the deep

While I weep is this nothing but a dream within a dream

I stand amid roar of a surf tormented shore and I hold within My hand

Grains of golden sand how few yet how they creep through My fingers to the deep

While I weep is this nothing but a dream within a dream