C.u.n.t. کے بول

act like god and drown in your own pride, it is your fault reflect no feelings always stay that cold - so you are dead I always thought it's forever, when you came crawling back hypocrite fake, this is what you are I hope that this one, when emotions fade the discouraged pray, when all turns to gray resist the love that gives you warmth and eats your guts reflect my hate, for you are the wh*re that won't fit, so you are dead