Mother Nature Is A Mad Scientist

I was not born mean

I was born into treachery

Riding on glaring black wheels

My heart's left black eye caught feelings

Who knew a handsome fellow

Had inherited Jack the Ripper's thirst

Drenched in blood you see she's become mellow

 

 

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