Bitch
Greg Walker
Far below the earth, someone sits
He created you with tools, in the evil pit
Yes you were created, by the devil himself
You're a little voo-doo doll, and the earth is your shelf
You can't conceive, you don't believe
You would not see the love in my eyes
You bitch
Is the future written, in your crystal ball
Screams of pain and agony, have you cursed us all
I'm getting sick of this madness, and your wicked ways
Try to run but now we're caught, in your witches maze
And with your knife, you took my life
I cried and pleaded Please don't do it
You stood and stared, you did not care
You ate my heart in front of my eyes
You bitch
You bitch
You evil bitch
Rotten bitch
Bad bitch
You bitch