It's really disturbing that you had to show up, now that I thought I was totally safe.
There must have been somebody else that you know for you to terror and viciously chafe. It's sweeter than terror that I can't defend from your so cool and delicious attacks. It's sweeter than terror, that I can't respond when you sneak up and hit me in the back.
She's my terrorist. My number one antagonist. She's my terrorist. My own one destructionist.
It's very annoying how you could get through, now I had everything under control. Your talent and skills are a form of kung-fu, helping you out in your terrorist role.
You must have some secret and unseen arms that go through the strongest titanium shields, and every little strike causes terrible harm. A painfully wonderful kind of ordeal.
It's sweeter than terror when you are near, but I feel I'm not close enough. It's sweeter than terror when I'm not aware, and you start to show me the weird stuff.
She's my terrorist. My number one antagonist. She's my terrorist. My own one destructionist.
It's sweeter than terror when you are near, but I feel I'm not close enough. It's sweeter than terror when I'm not aware, and you start to show me the weird stuff.
She's my terrorist. My number one antagonist. She's my terrorist. My own one destructionist.
She's my terrorist. My number one antagonist. She's my terrorist. My own one destructionist.