Death In Dm

Sabre-toothed, lead astray
You’ve come a long way in your rollerblades
A dusty boot, a broken spade
A little whisky with your lemonade
And as you sharpen your dagger, can you see your reflection?
Depiction of death on the blade
Kill quick, don’t miss
The temptress is waiting, she’s combing her hair
Fixed on her makeup, but can’t decide what to wear
The dangerous damsel slips on her disguise
In front of the mirror, behind it ugly lies
I heard the news, read the page
Everyone’s talking 'bout the mess you made
To tell the truth, I was unphased
We all fuck up and we all make mistakes
Squeeze them tightly
The temptress is waiting, she’s combing her hair
Fixed on her makeup, but can’t decide what to wear
The dangerous damsel slips on her disguise
In front of the mirror, behind it ugly lies