Through the streets of fucking life The bitterness of mistreatment was always there In prostitution she lost all her human values She felt violated by alcohol and drugs Sadistic, she did everything to keep going. A hunter with fear Who killed in cold-blooded rage She tried to love her wife Pretending to be someone she wasn't, Whom she claimed to love madly and protect Without ever having known what love was. She stole everything from her clients, Saying they were gifts Her hands were stained with blood, She was what life had taught her A hunter with fear Who killed in cold-blooded rage. In the end, she screams: I killed and would kill again, I don't deserve to live! A degenerate of common sense The hunter was a victim The disturbed and abused child Living outside of reality Hating humanity The coldness in her eyes Of those who kill for trauma and pleasure. A hunter with fear Who killed in cold-blooded rage A hunter with fear Who killed in cold-blooded rage. In the end, she screams: I killed and would kill again, I don't deserve to live! Lying, denying and telling the truth A cruel psychopath Book covers and stories between truth and lies The monster executed by her own sentences Not even the williams rule or the fifth amendment Saved her from who she was. A hunter with fear Who killed in cold-blooded rage. A hunter with fear Who killed in cold-blooded rage. In the end, she screams: I killed and would kill again, I don't deserve to live!