In a second life
I could be a perfect wife
I could cut the fat off and make you bleed
I’m a pocket knife
I could be a brat
and I’ll bite your feet
I’m a crocodile
In the mood now
Howlin’ at the moon ow
I could be that cunt
Ain’t no runt of the litter brood now
In my womb now
Feel it in my womb now
Talkin’ ‘bout the son of the serpent
he’s comin’ soon ya
I bring doom
I bring doom
Sweet thing
Don’t cry
Gonna scream you to sleep
It’s a lullaby
Limbs ripped
She’s bleeding
Goodbye
I bring doom
I bring doom
I bring doom
I bring doom
I bring doom
I bring doom
In another life
In another life