She looks at me every second Hoping to find there anything new But she see all the same Even uglier
Walking along the street And Envying all those around here You're devouring things Loking more expensive than your Diamonds are brighter Than you have All that you have
Do you have something more important Than your beauty beauty of you
She always spits on the sooouls Hunting for money as vultuures Life your life dirty Spitting on all Dressed as whore*2
Walking along the street And Envying all those around here A man in devil mask Will push you to the wall Forced to remember all Than you have done All all that you Have done
No remorse No regrets
But its beauty lies in the tomb It will remain in the mirror shrapnel