Cold - Wicked World

Потрясная, заслушалась

heres blood on the gun
…thats in your hand
and a murder in front of you
send out the wolves
the king is dead
little pills taken over

this means war
did the sun just burn out
leaving you alone
living in a wicked world
there no way you can escape
no one ever gets away

love was the fuel
that drove your sin
when the majesty
followed you
the witches dance the night begins
and the hearts taken over

The Royalty wont wash away
its his scent thats inside of you
off with her head
the queen she screams
little pills taken over