Good-bye
Good-bye, I hate you.
I won’t know your name.
Good-bye, I hate you.
You burn in flame.
She’s walking down the street
And killing all, who she meets.
What a pity, your life went down -
She dreams to be a queen of town.
She holds her head so high
And easy said: «You’re die!».
Her lips in your blood and
Under her legs your body.
When she moves
She’s torment your body.
She don’t know its limits
Like a city know him streets
Do you want know her name, you fool?
Don’t dream, she’ll slay you by mystic jewel.
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