Born Dead 歌词

Coming into this world was so easy after all Wishes granted, she never needed to crawl Painless days, demanding her every desire All she wanted was for you to fuel her fire Controlling sickness, emotional syndrome Genuine illness Her ego was her home A beggar on horseback riding to hell There was no one who could break the spell One day it felt so bad to walk alone She roamed inside her soul never to return Born dead Forever spoiled Drew her last breath Born dead Always bored Immersed in paranoia