Testi:
Hester Prynne

Your vision of a new life was impure gave into temptation and threw away what you believed your immaculate state of mind was only temporary your faults

That's it, off with her fucking head

You buried me neck deep in this misery and I feel right at home So pardon me for trying to speak but I remember before the fire you and I were merely

Bury the hatchet, sever the ties Vehement screams forever haunting every dream Ghosts in silence left to harbour their hatred I feel my blood run cold

You were my favorite story, and now we write the ending The pages trace the body back to where it started bleeding I'm sure my eyes can tell you how long

How could you expect me to believe this is all my fault? One last dance in decadence You call this knife an acquiesce? I call it reason to collect one

I always loved the way you wore your beauty As if it were a noose around your neck Now that your suicide has been recited Bitch go ahead and hang yourself