The lady filled with snakes and tongues
dances whispers for the men
The lady filled with gods and guns
needs a brand new specimen
she waltzes circles in the breeze
brings my father to his knees
and smiles knife light at my eyes
sizing Daddy up for size
Laughing blood and baby cries
The lady filled him with herself
And took his soul for soulless wealth
Her vile face epitomized
the scars and scalding looks and lies
With which I�ve heard and memorized
and stored away for other times
to sing out during deadly crimes
With her final knife flash glare
She kissed my head and stroked my hair
her breath is salty like the sea
her eyes are but eternity
And I smile, sad and small
As I hide against the wall
feeling fingers loot my heart
and breed a shadowed counterpart
to beat within me, soft and dim
Her silken hair like Seraphim
eternally obscures my sight
as she dances in the night
The lady filled with bile and rust
Dances whispers for the men
The lady filled with clouds of dust
needs a brand new specimen
