I will see my prey leaving, with sand of salvation

You wanted my fangs as an expiration date, which I could
Drop anywhere in the city and expire within that period

I didn't know that a piece of shit suits my
Ideas of failure so much, and when the time is right, it fails

Sometimes love can be like? A stone, That
Never destroys you

Gosh what a pity
But sometimes, I think about the saying
You're bad, but you're never unloved

Invented, more can be released

Still your tone is never at the level of all the
Bitches in your world