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 fool’s demise
Demise, any fool’s 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 can’t 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