8 — текст песни (Young Kristeen)

Papoose face,
Girl-goofy ways,
8 shaped,
Technically sound, you`d think, for lying down
Quick, while you talk shop, I can`t stop
Clenched hands,
Introverted stance,
Tense laugh;
Inappropriately loud and mechanical.
Hint! If you would knife-slive my sternum open
You`d squint from the sheen of machinery chromium,
No crimson.
You don`t know what you are dealing with;
You think that I am just how I look,
But you are stupidly mistaken.
Unsure,
Blunt awkward words,
Young eyes
Looking at you like they`ve never seen before.
Hit! `Cause even when you see the bodies behind me...
(Submit!) You don`t believe it could be me hunting
(Chorus)
You don`t know what you are dealing with;
You don`t know what you are dealing with;
You don`t know what you are,
But you are fatally mistaken.