Elizabeth Bathory
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Lyrics
So is this the way we meet? Our lips connect to disconnect and kiss away the grief Your fingers look like stingers and your wings are made of teeth As you chew through the sky and try to sing the day to sleep So bottoms up when I drop down to the ground Let them sing the solemn licks, venom lingers on my lips When it's time to sink or swim, I'll let it sink into my skin Self defence mechanisms help the stress Unless it's given when I read your lips You'd better spell correct my little vixen Is my copper crown polished now This is what it's like when my top down bottom's out Victim of her majesty, Elizabeth Bathory
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:02
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 135 BPM