Young girl you're not an angel I could take your arms I could wring your arms just like wet clothes I could break your arms like the branch of a tree And force you to eat them I can put your head softly in my hand And push my fist into your eyes Up to your brain I could nail your eyes (x4) Deprive you of the universe sight I could lift you by the legs off the ground I could throw you on the wall Every drop of blood splashed back on my chest Will scare all the humans 'n' show them my nastiness They'll tear off the flesh Be quiet be like an angel I will take my men to guard your remains I will hold myself the rest of your brain Preserve you of the starving dogs Starving dogs starving dogs Young girl you're not an angel (x4)