24 avril 2007

MY DEATH IS A LESBIAN KILLER

There’s a terminus to the day,
Some strange and dreadful stairway
The ultimate crazy highway
Which sounds like end of the way.

It’s not like a common evening
Looks more like a scorpion sting
Looks more like an alien thing
Lady Death removing her string.

There’s a weird scent in the air,
Perhaps a ghost roving first stair
Some dead child in despair,
Just as upsetting as Satan’s glare.

It’s not the usual bad feeling
It’s something very appealing,
Something unusual and smiling
In front of That I’m the adoring.

Oh my death is a lesbian killer,
Some weird and psycho traveller
She’s very much younger
Her eyes are the perfect answer. (X2)

That’s not the usual chilling thing,
She looks like the daughter of a king,
It’s really pointless struggling,
I can’t stop myself kneeling.

She’s so well mannered,
A dark forest, enchanted,
Her sweet lips are haunted,
Beyond anything imagined.

She says I’m so alone,
My heart becoming a stone,
I need a new throne,
Something totally unknown.

Oh you my perfect shade,
I’m really not afraid,
Can’t fear your holy blade,
And its deadly serenade.

Oh my death is a lesbian killer,
Some weird and psycho traveller
She’s very much younger
Her eyes are the perfect answer. (X2)

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