Nazimova
You'll find in the mind
Of a throat that's sore
The beauty of horror
Misunderstood
By those who fear her
If you listen you will hear

Nazimova
Nazimova
Nazimova

You can't see through me
Did not do what they told you to
And I won't do what they tell me to
Why should I

All the saints of hate can't save her
Fuck Hollywood "?cause it made her
Who she was
Who I am
Stab me in my praying hand (?)

Nazimova
Nazimova
Nazimova

You can't see through me
Did not do what they told you to
And I won't do what they tell me to
Why should I
Why should I
Stop

Beauty, the exempt
Horror, is the star

Did not do what they told you to
And I won't do what they tell me to
Why should I
Did not do what they told you to
And I won't do what they tell me to
Why should I
Why should I
Stop