Miss Muerte

Lobotomy to kill,
Perverse throats that look at me badly.
I will cross out your name if you help me to escape
From the electrodes that drown my will.

Miss death hides in the fragility
Of those born to lose
And bite the hand that feeds them.

Through the fabric I crawl towards the mannequin,
Under the cold light of my pain.
I travel on the night train for pleasure,
Killing passengers who don't let me be me.

Miss death hides in the fragility
Of those born to lose
And bite the hand that feeds them.

In the clutches of the diabolical doctor I stopped being an innocent soul.
My nails can break hearts, stay away I am miss death.