Women...

Revenge...

Feels good to have you back again
The way you crawl, oh shit
We're gonna chain ourselves after dark
Those tights...

your vagina, my fist, it's aggressive
But kids, if you gonna read this far
let's reminisce, and remember
They're all closed for the start...

Her star my child, this symbol I need
Like the crash of the child, this star
Fuck, now, she's on my heart
And yeah, it's cold as a dish...