To the old lady
To the old lady Waiting for me to die... To the old lady Waiting for me to cry... You burnt me awake yesterday night And still you desire more To kill me again. Don't you remember the corpse ? Don't you remember the tears and the blood ? Don't you remember you playing the symphony, when you should mourn ? Did you really feel my death ? Did you really feel to kill ? How, is something so blissful to you, when it runs down the chill ? To the old lady Waiting for me to die... To the old lady Waiting for me to cry... To the old lady, Do you want to kill me again ? ~SS