The pain anda have caused me
The way anda hurt me
anda cut me open deeply
Gave me an open wound

My jantung dead
Death at midnight
No air
No life
Gone
Bleeding bleeding bleeding

Was Poe wrong about death and love?
How death of women were beautiful to him?
Ha, I guess murder of women are beautiful to you
anda sick murderous pile of vomit

I need a tourniquet
In order to live
I wanna live
anda want me to die
Let's battle it out
oleh midnight's warning

Killing anda would bring me life
Your death is my breath of air
I fight anda in order to live

I finally defeat you
I do not miss your presence
My open wound healed
My jantung beats for life
I breath air now
I thank your death and your evil gone
For giving me breath of life and letting me see the beauty of dawn.