Just get off fuckers!



You'll find in the mind

Of a throat that's sore

The beauty of horror

Misunderstood

By those who fear her

If you listen you will hear



Nazimova

Nazimova

Nazimova



You can speak through me

Did not do what they told you to

And I won't do what they tell me to

Why should I



All the saints of hate can't save her

Fuck Hollywood ‘cause it made her

Who she was

Who I am

Stab me in my praying hands



Nazimova

Nazimova

Nazimova



You can speak through me

Did not do what they told you to

And I won't do what they tell me to

Why should I

Why should I

Stop



jump



Beauty in exile

Horror is in style



Did not do what they told you to

And I won't do what they tell me to

Why should I

Did not do what they told you to

And I won't do what they tell me to

Why should I 

Why should I 

Stop