Letra da Música You're Not An Angel de La Muerte

Young girl you're not an angel
I could take your arms
I could wring your arms just like wet clothes
I could break your arms like the branch of a tree
And force you to eat them
I can put your head softly in my hand
And push my fist into your eyes
Up to your brain

I could nail your eyes (x4)

Deprive you of the universe sight
I could lift you by the legs off the ground
I could throw you on the wall
Every drop of blood splashed back on my chest
Will scare all the humans 'n' show them my nastiness
They'll tear off the flesh
Be quiet be like an angel
I will take my men to guard your remains
I will hold myself the rest of your brain
Preserve you of the starving dogs
Starving dogs starving dogs

Young girl you're not an angel (x4)