Od Mai: c.d. Eliot’a

Spiorunowałam gościa spojrzeniem. Wzięłam swoje rzeczy i poszłam w głąb wysepki. Może nie była za wielka, ale ze czterdzieści metrów średnicy może miała. Poszłam aż na drugi koniec. Miałam dość dzisiejszego dnia. Zaczęłam znowu grać. Byłam w dość bojowym nastroju, więc zaśpiewałam przeróbkę Linkin Park – Dead Bite.

Goodnight, sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Johnny 3, and he's dipping in the four door

44 and it's pointing at your window

Ain't a good shot, here come four more

Getting hot, so I play in the snow

In a town made wicked, made from these wicked things

See the dead on the cover of a magazine

I see my smile, it was born from amphetamines

Better duck, 'cause it's war on my enemies

Oh, God, think I lost it oh no

Lost some and wanna watch the rest go

A mad man when I'm mixed with Soco

Who would've thought a man could sink to so low

Now, who wants to die from the Mossberg shotty?

Putting holes in the hotel lobby!

All you fake bitches are just another hobby

And I'll let you dig, where I dump your body

What would you do if I told you I hate you?

What would you do if your life's on the line?

What would you say if I told you I hate you?

I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind

You know I got a grenade, and it's got your name on it

I'ma spit on your grave and engrave a dick on it

People say I'm insane and to put the brakes on it

Let me buy you a drink, how 'bout a roofie, gin and tonic?

Yeah, Charlie Scene seems to be so hated

It's just me being intoxicated

'Cause being sober's so overrated

Hollywood Undead, what have you created?

I know that we have never really met before

But, tell me, does this rag smell like chloroform?

You know that I'm the reason people lock their doors

But, I got nothing but time, so, I'ma wait on the porch

You got nowhere to run too, so, don't try hiding

'Cause I'm known to be like Jack Nicholson from The Shining

Yeah, I'm breaking your door down, so, don't try fighting

Yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed, or the dead keep biting

What would you do if I told you I hate you?

What would you do if your life's on the line?

What would you say if I told you I hate you?

I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind

Goodnight, sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a wrap around your head and watch you as you take flight

You better check twice, look under your bed

Turn on your nightlight, cover up your head

'Cause we do exist, and there's no need to pretend

That you're not afraid of me and the Undead

Red, red rum, when you look into these eyes

Say goodnight, 'cause it's almost your bedtime

Buckle up, 'cause it's time to fly

You got a first-class ticket to Columbian Neckties

Take a seat, you could sit in the front row

The voice in your head is just me in your headphones

Everybody knows that we're the devil's heroes

Come and get a ticket, follow me to the creep show

What would you do if I told you I hate you?

What would you do if your life's on the line?

What would you say if I told you I hate you?

I've got something that'll blow your mind, mind

Goodnight, sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a wrap around your head and watch you as you take flight

Goodnight, sleep tight

Don't let the dead bite

Wrap a wrap around your head and watch you as you take flight

Pochwili położyłam gitarę obok i położyłam się na plecach zamykając z bezsilności oczy.

<Eliot?>