Psyopus - Medusa

Large amount of chaos and insanity are in this song. Listen at your own risk.

Flinching as her wavy hair hisses

Slithers around and around

Entangles her face

Nothing is to be seen

Coils of our beauty queen's reptile crown

I can't bare to see your face without thinking "Kill Her"

I just want my fucking space

I can count the six feet under ground

I just wish you were erased

Who'd think a mirror to your face could kill

Stone

Your monster face chews beauty no more

and hoe I'd kill to gaze upon kind recollection

Where you and I could bow

Perhaps to get along less the ugly in stone

With all the smiles and all that's kind

Put right in your face

None could silence the sound

Of your hissing moral chorus

Kill her

Fucking kill her

Stick the fucking mirror to her fucking face

Kill her

Fucking kill her

Stick the fucking mirror to her fucking face

Queen of the Ugly