Behold The Harlot

I see the river of lies you hide under that stone cold surface proudly, shrouding yourself

Your malicious intent was masked with a pleasant smile, vicious beauty and an aura to match

The perfect recipe for any fools demise, demise, any fools demise

Yes I miss the caress of her tender skin and demon eyes

I breathe no more

Yes I miss the caress of her tender skin and demon eyes

I need no more like a virus with no agenda, an addiction with no reprisal

What a tangled web you weave

Give as much as you take, but the taking has just begun

Knowing this all good and well I cant stay away cause I can still smell you on my fingers

I still see your face when I close my eyes

Your face

Lust has turned into obsession and I want out