What's this on my fencing?
There is no second chances
She failed in understanding
She's done it good
What's this on my changes?
There is no intercession
Get your hands in heaven off of my goods
Good Seed Sower
Send Jenny on over
You don't even know her
I swear that she's mine
You made Your righteous impression
Now send her into prison
She loves my indecision
She chose death over life
Hey, Mister Good Boys
She's my human blood toy
I'll be hearing her scream noise
I'll make her my wife
