I confess my unholy sins to the Angel of Regret,
I confess my unholy sins in the confessional...
The Angel of Death smiles at me,
I already know where I'm going...
Do you ever believe me?
tell me do you ever believe in me...
Don't speak don't speak
it's my turn to say what i think...
That famous chill going down your spine
that must be a sign...
Im gonna push you down
onto the ground...
Some people live in stately mansions,
And some, in blighted neighborhoods...
I kno i been slippin
everyone just been trippin...
Hurry up your always l8
yeah woteva, u ain't my m8...
I am beautiful...
I am a woman...
In this place of broken bottles, and crushed...
Where most men walk but none of them see...
I Wrote this
thinking of the Cold...