Your bright smiles disquiet me
Something sinister lurks from behind
Sneaking, watching over anything corruptible

An angel
A precious one
Deceiving kindness
Seductive charm

Winged back, fair and pure
Feathers grimed with lies
Oh, I know better
I know your hands are tied to strings
Of puppets which ran
The carnival
The game of manipulation

Whitewashed gown drowning in knives
Hitting two birds with one stone
First, to stab the backs of those
Who made the mistake of trusting you
Second, to slash the pockets
Of those fortunate, enough to be
Unfortunate at your hands

The halo is a burning bush
Bringing in believers of your staged miracles
Pulling them into a greedy covenant
Until such time you can push them off to Mt. Sin

Twisted angel,
I've got you figured out
Twisted angel,
I can see you
Twisted angel,
Careful for I can twist your tricks
Just like how you twist everybody else