She's a witch, stripper and succubus
She's had a house drop on her legs
But she's back at work again

She's out tonight
She's not the joking kind
She's not the joking kind
She'll turn the water into wine
And lick the acid off your spine

She's a *****
If it's beauty she wants it more
If you've wanted she's wanted more
You better give her all control
Or prepare to sign away your soul.

Death cadence and a touch of darkness
Burning dance the chimera shakes
Electric funeral in morning
Circus demons celebrate, she has no answer for it
Something overly personal again.
This is it, she's after the smell the wind.

Sanguinated faces peer out
Through the aching inches of suspended skin
A human being lacks the fortune, to supply the drugs that let the monsters live, she's close to death, it's something that the men can't resist.
Into the night, growing gruesomely, growing without knowing she writhed, she's suspended by evil and time