In a second life I could be a perfect wife I could cut the fat off and make you bleed I' m a pocket knife I could be a brat and I' ll bite your feet I' m a crocodile
In the mood now Howlin' at the moon ow I could be that cunt Ain' t no runt of the litter brood now
In my womb now Feel it in my womb now Talkin' 'bout the son of the serpent he' s comin' soon ya I bring doom I bring doom
Sweet thing Don' t cry Gonna scream you to sleep It' s a lullaby Limbs ripped She' s bleeding Goodbye
I bring doom I bring doom I bring doom I bring doom I bring doom I bring doom In another life In another life
