Nazimova

You’ll find in the mind of a throat that’s sore
The beauty of horror
Misunderstood by those who feared her
If you listen… you will hear…
Nazimova
Nazimova
Nazimova
You can speak 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 'coz it made her
Who she was… who I am
Stab me in my praying hands
Nazimova
Nazimova
Nazimova
You can speak through me
Did not do… what they told you to
And I won’t do… what they tell me to
Why… should I?
Stop
Drop
Beauty in exile
Horror is in style
Did not do… what they told you to
And I won’t do… what they tell me to
Why… should I?
Stop!