Oh, it's set in 1848, in the crush of New York State And the thing about destiny is it never ever makes mistakes Susan B.......
Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet, hold on tight, I never knew I'd know much more than this, open sky,......
Murder, murder A ripe blood stain Pulled the fucking trigger cause I'm sick of it all Murder, murder A ripe fucking hate Pulled the fucking......
Are you ready to be liberated On this sad side city street? Well the birds have been freed from their cages I got freedom and......
I am a death house, haunted mirror Acerbic heart, ain't nothing pure in here I keep the memories of a broken you Sing, sing the......
We were young girls, in a small world I'm on your doorstep again Ringing your bell again, ringing your bell again I'm sorry Gerti Rouge,......
Oh how my heart it sings suicide, Oh how my gallow sinks of black dye. Oh how my death march brings a tear to your......