She doesn't aim to **** She rather puncture, amputate, deform She's never done spinning her web Even when you're paralyzed
She magnifies her lies And calls it transformation Convincing others you're a burden Who needs to be put out of her misery
She doesn't believe in raising the dead But she's an expert in lowering the living The sudden best friend who keeps her enemies closer- (An angel with no motives is a demon in disguise)
She's dancing and singing in my opera of horror She's happy to play the part She's waiting for my lavish palace of wonder To turn into a grotesque carnival of mirrors
As underneath those China eyes and pirate smile Hides a latrodectus blackbird- Leaving her venom and ******* your essence So she can fly
So don't be fooled by the lack of red- She keeps the hourglass in her head She's in the business of changing names Passing to you the hysterics of Jane (Claire, I can't find you in there)
Thriving on your denial Creative only in deception She'll put your footprints on a devil's pact And call it her reception
True as any fallen black wing She only shows herself in shadows The little, rogue, blood-thirsty fiend Loves to get her hands ***** in private
But while she drinks from the cup of others' sorrows Thinking she has lightning in a bottle She may forget that one of these tomorrows Her beloved beast will turn on her
Living in her kingdom of jewels She would've gotten away unscathed Pity, the infrastructure wasn't infused With wisdom- The charmer of limbs will fall