Sometimes I can be such a bitch, you know?
Even God steps away when I enter the ballroom
Wearing my Bloody-Bitch costume.
The Bitch is here! The Bitch is here!
Whisper the fallen angels
Let’s make her space, she may snatch again
Our feathers and throw them away.
Yes, they know, remembering the time
I was like them, an angel from Hell
Picked up in Heaven by my loving Dad,
And then hit by the ground by the same …
Now so called God … He really likes to play hard!
Aren’t you afraid? To say such words?
Don’t you have any emotions in your heart?
Emotions? Don’t make me laugh!
Yes … I have, but only in the morning
Opening my eyes in the front of the mirror
Not knowing if I’ll see again my reflection
Or I will see my true wild nature.