Murder queen
Murder Queen
Blood on the floor,
Pain was felt here.
Droplets, colored red,
were spread.
She hurts without feeling,
I'm talking about the murder queen,
Tonight, I have put up, my own murder scene.
Blood on the floor,
Pain was felt here.
Droplets, colored red,
were spread.
She hurts without feeling,
I'm talking about the murder queen,
Tonight, I have put up, my own murder scene.
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| Auteur: Painkillers | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 maart 2007 | ||
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