Surfacing head first from the final resting place
You better count your sins
She'll rip your heart out
With blood still filling your empty carcass

Laying there at the mercy
And the ministration of her might
Maybe it will reveal your blindness towards her

She is dressed to kill

Her deathgrip brings silence
This inevitable course of events is beyond your control

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