Letras
The wind bores her, nothing bores her
Only the wind, so now I suppose that something does bore her
She's known to be a pessimist
Keep this in mind before you pass away with her tomorrow
Militaristic vacuum waste
Ecstatic fetishes, confused cliché
Ambitious analogies, she is
Cyst, cyst, cyst, cyst inside her face
Sandra, I don't miss you
Struggle for years of tormenting
Foolishly seeks to make ends meet, yet she cannot stimulate
That girl is mean, she means no good
Delusions of euphoria control her will to be seen
And even I can't stand her
Militaristic vacuum waste
Ecstatic fetishes, confused cliché
Ambitious analogies, she is
Cyst, cyst, cyst, cyst inside her face
Sandra, I don't miss you
I don't miss you
I don't miss you
Chronic loss of certain memories
Have pronounced her inabilities
To declare herself a friend to me
What have I done to deserve Sandra's hate?
Vindictive prides carries such strong restraint
The curious position of an ordinary saint
No longer monogamous
The whore is free to roam the land, to roam the land
The rain brings her a strange feeling
Only the rain can wake the supposed human breath that pulses
She thinks herself an anarchist
When in reality she spends her money on banalities
And even I can't stand her
Militaristic vacuum waste
Ecstatic fetishes, confused cliché
Ambitious analogies, she is
Cyst, cyst, cyst, cyst inside her face
Sandra, I don't miss you
I don't miss you