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.....
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karen kissel
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