Girls guns grenades

Biting on the clip she hurls the killer his final vision 
blazing past invaders she's completed her final mission 
scarred from a huanting past yet she still remains pure 
delicate and sweet, her skin as smooth as a roses pedal 

maple clock broken it still hangs 
cobwebs reflect the smokey shades 
black of her gun, blue of her eyes 
red from her flashing muzzle 

And she's not scared....