She paints a perfect picture
She tells a flawless lie
She sings a song of beauty
A haunting lullaby.
Her song is one of sorrow
A portrait of her life
And those who her are captured
Haunted by her strife.
Her song will leave you crying
Shell wipe away your tears
But compassion is a falsehood
Created over the years.
Her song will penetrate you
A knife straight through your heart
The tune will plague your footsteps
A seductive work of art.
Her lullaby will sooth you
Her song will give you wings
Her mournful voice will trap you
Every time she sings.
Her song is one of anguish
An image of your fate
But you wont know her purpose
Until its far too late
Her acid tears will burn you
Her knives will slash your skin
Her crimson blood will stain you
Forgive you of your sin
Her melody will slay you
Her hymn will let you fly
Her song is flawless sorrow
Deaths haunting lullaby.
