C.U.N.T.

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 whore that won't fit, so you are dead