flinching as her wavy hair hisses slithers around and around entangles her face nothing is to be seen coils of our beauty queen s reptile crown i can t bare to see your face without thinking kill her i just want my f cking space i can count the six feet under ground i just wish you were erased who d think a mirror to your face could kill stone your monster face chews beauty no more and hoe i d kill to gaze upon kind recollection where you and i could bow perhaps to get along less the ugly in stone with all the smiles and all that s kind put right in your face none could silence the sound of your hissing moral chorus kill her f cking kill her stick the f cking mirror to her f cking face queen of the ugly
['mathcore', 'mathgrind', 'nintendocore', 'sasscore']