A bitter woman
Is a man\'s worst mistake,
For she is mad at the whole world;
She takes down castles, and other important things
The fires of hell trigger her mind
For what is pain without cause?
For Babylon is a woman, without cause;
She struggles in the deep with her feelings
Slicing the heads off eager men
\'Oh trigger me, trigger me,\' she says
The darling wretching of one\'s demand
Who fakes such love
At an eager meeting?
She casts spells upon the poor
The witch\'s daylight, amor
I find myself standing
In the middle of an argument
Frustrated at the fire at hand--
The legacy of a woman has been triggered
The falling of the days are near,
Oh excuse me for this wretched love
God save me in despair
What random loves have taken me down?
For the burning of Babylon is here;
Abide my heart, or I shall die
Of a bitter woman\'s disease
And she is every woman on her period
Troubled and tormented by discreet;
Oh Babylon, Babylon; save me from the fire
For I am not one with my castle
For every man is running now
I possess the evil plot.