Horror-Stricken Все что бы она не делала, что бы она не думала все разрушительно. Я бы хотел что бы все ее планы пошли к черту
when I see you crouch in a river ... it's up to him ... in a way of luck to you I dont know a thing to say to me ... I cross the rivers down to hill I dont know how to feel that way you.. that you will always reign in the city. That Los-Angeles is burning down in your horror-hands ... in your horror-hands ... (lie, sins in your eyes, in your ears...) I believe that you lose. (she seems to lose in fatal way of hardly "losing must") I will pray your God for let you forget your ugly past.. I dont know about you... everything you're hide... that is lie - not true. I know, a thing - is you.