The Shotgun Testimony
She brought you straight to the ******** floor
A temptress with a body of gold
a succubus with a heart of coal
the path to the bed is a path to the dead
lying among her collection of souls
With a touch of her hands your blood runs cold
With the look in her eyes your body is sold
As the nights blackness deepens
There is no escaping the sheets violent hold
Sleep, suffer, dreams to plague you
Wake, panic, withdraws to take you
An addict uses a rusty needle, just to get his fix
A baby cries in its broken cradle, because no one knows its sick
The Pope's sins forgiven, the common man burns
Her facade is a lesson well spent and hard earned
A paper trail to the rabbits hole
You'll never return from the darkness below
Lies from her lips like poison arrows
Tethered to her arms, a puppet for show
Life by and by, a wasted attempt
A wasteland embodied in red bloodstained snow
A prayer for salvation with vehement contempt
Sleep, suffer, fall away
Wake, Panic, feel ashamed
Blank, screaming, grab your gun
Pull, the trigger, burn her away
Straight to the ******** floor
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