Eye Blood You Barb

Stiletto stare, wicked, wild hair, barbwire takes me there Daggers, switchblades, and razorblades Wait did I not mention hand grenades My apologies in Spades Take me fast, love me hard, you are my ace when it comes to cards And I will - make you bleed That is a given, as I am of Demon Seed. Blood is the elixir, the potion, the concoction The addiction to which I concede I am the eye that is all-seeing, lounging in the forbidden mirror Watching, hearing, experiencing, and deceiving Eyelashed with allure and danger, I will be your closest stranger I will make you laugh, make you cry, I will wake you up And you will wonder why. There will always be blood - lots of it For it's my heart you splay, each and every day No matter what illustrious, magnificent action I commit The blood bleeds on cuz blood groove knife You make it your life and you believe that I am your Steiff And even though there is no button in my ear Doesn't matter you don't care And none of this is fair. Regardless I love meat and potatoes, with my meat always bloody rare So just know Eye be watchin' you And I don't stare So barb wire at its best, drag it along and pull up a chair And let me take you there There will be no more blood Unless it's in a Bloody Maria that you would get at a bar So c'est la vie and no mas The culmination is that you and I, WE have come so far So when you find yourself thinking of sharp implements That bring about red - yeah blood Well Done, Dead, Gone, and carry on.....