Birth Of The Anti Mother - Norma Jean

From the bloodline of vicious serpents

A dreadful heart within a lovely shell

A demon’s heart, but with the face of God

I guess a liar’s heart is still true even if her lips are not

The vomit that flows out from your mouth has seeped into your chest

Searching for the strength to breathe in one last lie from you

But right now the grave seems so much easier

The fear of that devil in me… it comes from you

You’re like the smoke in the window

She comes for sorrow

She comes for lies

We came here for blood.

Did you?

Yes or no?

No one’s getting out because we came for blood

We’re not breathing and I don’t care

Because no one’s breathing… she’s not breathing

Choke that witch out

Suffocate her

Choke her out