Medusa - Psyopus

Medusa - Psyopus
Flinching as her wavy hair hisses
Slithers around and around
Entangles her face
Nothing is to be seen
Coils of our beauty queen's reptile crown
I can't bare to see your face
Without thinking "Kill Her"
I just want my f**king space
I can count the six feet under ground
I just wish you were erased
Who'd think a mirror to your face could kill
Stone
Your monster face chews beauty no more
And hoe I'd kill to gaze upon kind recollection
Where you and I could bow
Perhaps to get along less the ugly in stone
With all the smiles and all that's kind
Put right in your face
None could silence the sound
Of your hissing moral chorus
Kill her
F**king kill her
Stick the f**king mirror to her f**king face
Kill her
F**king kill her
Stick the f**king mirror to her f**king face
Queen of the Ugly
Queen of the Ugly
Queen of the Ugly