Birth of the Anti Mother

From the bloodline of vicious serpents,
A dreadful heart within a lovely shell.
A demons heart, but with the face of God.
I guess a liar's heart is still true even if her lips are not.
The vomit that flows out from your mouth has seeped into your chest.
Searching for the strength to breathe in one last lie from you,
But right now the grave seems so much easier.
The fear of that devil in me...
It comes from you.
You're like the smoke in the window.
It comes from you.

She comes for sorrow.
She comes for lies.
We came here for blood.
Did you? Yes or no?
No one's getting out because...

We came for blood.
She's not breathing and I don't care,
Because no ones breathing...
No one.
She's not breathing.
Choke that witch out.
Suffocate her.
Choke her out.