Disorder (Ita)

Daughter

Disorder (Ita)


Oh... Well... My daughter you killed me! 
Don't think you feel better, you are stronger do you? 
Now through the fog of my grave of my death 
I see you and you're laughting at me__me! 

Hey... You... I know what i did! 
Sure I feel better I am stronger fuck you__you! 
now what I want to do first is to piss on your 
grave and then runnin' away__now 

Buried deep under the sand 
all I hear is the old church's bell 
but I still can't understand 
am I in heaven or am I in hell? 

Burning my life, burning my pride 
I'm so surprised of all yours lies 
look in your eyes, scanning your mind 
I feel like shit seeing what I see... 

...Oh mother I'm not your daugther anymore...