Letra de Mary Belle

Born, Brought up with lies for a life Instability brings on aggression Learnt fast in grim neighbourhood But can you know how it feels to be dead Can you see what goes on inside my mind I can't just waste time For the feeling of death it holds my attention Fixation of a child Kill, Found in a broken house Choked of life, blood upon a child's hands Punctured body found in a wasteland of life Now you know how it feels to be dead It's obscene what goes on inside my mind Shattered remnants of a crossed line Does the feeling of death still hold my attention To the fixation of a child Death dealt my hands Remorseless, heartless, psycopathic Rubbed in victims face Mother why did you have to leave A child enraged A victim enslaved False breed of my life Fair hands upon their necks I am but a child I will take your life A child enraged A victim enslaved Girl Child sentenced for her life 11 years to have passed now she's gone