Lyrics:

I've been considerated a girl all my life,
A sweet little child with
Nothing on my mind.
You always told me
I couldn't understand,
Remember this day cause
This is your last.
Damn' 92
Come up with something
To make me understand,
They'll think of something
But nothing on their minds.
The sweet little girl that
You once tried to hide,
Slaughtered the whole town,
Go on and hide.
Damn' 92
The killing is fixed,
No soul is alive,
Lucky the ones that
Came after that.
Will know my vengeance,
Was all worth while,
Think of it now, not
Quite a sweet child.