Seville - Intellectual

[Intro]

Gonna kill us all

Oh, Sheena kneels and prays over the graves

And wishes of her God to be so brave

The roses she had picked fall from her hand

Onto the ground which will soon hold her in

Sheena Bella

Oh, Sheena Bella walks and Sheena Bella strays

Oh, fetal Sheena counts off her last days

The colors of the grass, the shadows on the floor

The precious things that she had no time for

She was only four years old

She was barely four years old

Sheena Bella

Gonna kill us all