The pain anda have caused me
The way anda hurt me
anda cut me open deeply
Gave me an open wound

My hati, tengah-tengah dead
Death at midnight
No air
No life
Gone
Bleeding bleeding bleeding

Was Poe wrong about death and love?
How death of women were beautiful to him?
Ha, I guess murder of women are beautiful to you
anda sick murderous pile of vomit

I need a tourniquet
In order to live
I wanna live
anda want me to die
Let's battle it out
sejak midnight's warning

Killing anda would bring me life
Your death is my breath of air
I fight anda in order to live

I finally defeat you
I do not miss your presence
My open wound healed
My hati, tengah-tengah beats for life
I breath air now
I thank your death and your evil gone
For giving me breath of life and letting me see the beauty of dawn.