Impure Wilhelmina Vicious
We're kidding all the time
About morons of your kind
To protect our fragile minds
And pretend we're doing fine
Can you feel the wind
Of the coming storm?
And the pain it brings
To all human form?
So we hide in mockery and vicious fun
Reload our guns and fire on
We're kidding all the time
With morons of your kind
To forget our loss of life
Let our tears turn to ice
Can you feel the wind
Of the coming storm?
And the pain it brings
To all human form?
So we're lost in mockery and vicious fun
Reload our guns and fire on
Can you feel the wind
Of the coming storm?
And the pain it brings
To all human form?
And now we're begging for onе last drop of fun
To reload our guns and fire on
We aim at you
Wе aim at you
We aim at you
