Black Ice

In the center of your chest there is a beat that has the power to make everyone retreat for the center piece is your heart made of black ice pumping slush through your veins with calculated precision you reign with well timed fits you collect sympathy when you yourself are about apathy that was the main line now here is the switch you remind me of the devil's girls the ones called witch you line your tools in a row and with cruel intent justice you bestow for one defiant behaviour will sour your food and ruin its flavor and for revenge that sweet taste you will savour you have no remorse at all and laugh most dilligently at my fall but a wind of change can be seen in the distant and don't think I won't return the favor for one instant for my day will come and so will my will and the day will be mine to claim