Norma Jean - Birth of the Anti Mother

From the bloodline of vicious serpents, a dreadful heart within a lovely shell A demons heart, but with the face of God I guess a liar's heart is still true even if her lips are not The vomit that flows out from your mouth has seeped into your chest Searching for the strength to breathe in one last lie from you, but right now the grave seems so much easier The fear of that devil in me… it comes from you You're like the smoke in the window She comes for sorrow She comes for lies We came here for blood Did you? Yes or no? No one's getting out because we came for blood We're not breathing and I don't care, because no ones breathing… She's not breathing. Choke that witch out Suffocate her Choke her out