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 how I'd kill to gaze my eyes 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
Queen of the ugly
Queen of the ugly