The angry 90 degree queen strikes.
With her sharp hairs and straight face.
Made of triangles of anger.
Her eyes melt those who ignore her.
The is no way to run.
You die anyway.
The angry 90 degree queen strikes.
With her sharp hairs and straight face.
Made of triangles of anger.
Her eyes melt those who ignore her.
The is no way to run.
You die anyway.