Alba s touto skladbou:
Dead Pop,
I know I've came from your womb
But I cannot avoid
Please stop begging, dear mom
Irons will interrupt your voice
Daddy, now it's your time
Listen my steps upcoming
This bar will make you swallow your pride
Death claims for your bleeding
Now can you see that's funny
Your little girl grew up
While you counted your money, all I wanted
Was
To
Get
High
Pure dementia
Now parades on the most success TV shows
Cold tears make audience revolte
Cynicism is the better remedy
Against the ostracism
It will keep me on social columns
Though all my sadism
My batism of fire
Breaks into a million bits my innocent soul
And becomes a legend that still will make a million of potential killers lost control
In this red room I've found own my kindergarten
Decorated with dripping parental insides
I'm the avenger angel
I am the herald of pain
Massacre queen sinked deeply in a mountain of pure cocaine
Of pure cocaine
I know I've came from your womb
Please stop begging, dear mom
Daddy, now it's your time
This bar will make you swallow your pride
Your little girl grew up
In this red room I found my own
Killdergarten
