Kill me now, baby, here as I am,
Blow me up and try to understand,
Pus in bits is the weapon I wield,
Pain is a banquet on which I feed.
Come on now, try to understand,
The way I feel under your command.
Use my dagger as the T descends,
You can't hurt me now,
Can't hurt me now,
Can't hurt me now!
Because the wight belongs to lamers,
Because the wight belongs to us!
Because the wight belongs to lamers,
Because the wight belongs to us!
My aroma ensures, I'm always alone.
Pus is a stench, leaves you prone.
Pus is a curse, disguised as goop.
Can not budge 'til I see your troops.
Come on now, try to understand,
The way I feel under your command.
Use my dagger as the T descends,
You can't hurt me now,
Can't hurt me now,
Can't hurt me now!
Because the wight belongs to lamers,
Because the wight belongs to us!
Because the wight belongs to lamers,
Because the wight belongs to us!
When space preceeds, we doubt the vicious orders,
Turn and stop, without them oh I can not die, deny,
The yearning, burning, I believe it's time to blow up big,
So kill me now,
Kill me now,
Kill me now!
Because the wight belongs to lamers,
Because the wight belongs to us!
Because the wight belongs to lamers,
And if anyone plays BC Trow, belongs to us!
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