Eyes of the hydra behind sun glasses hidden
A smile razor-sharp, that should be forbidden
Each kiss wakes a wish that should not be fulfilled
Until that great morning as you're waking up - killed!
For her there's no quest- should she spit, or should she swallow
But you are playing with death, if her call you should follow
When the shadows come closer at the end of the day
Dressed in latex and high heels she's awaiting her pray
The beast never sleeps - she is still on the run
Hunting for men until her mission is done
To love her again an unbearable thrill
But your entry to pleasure is her license to kill
The beast never sleeps - she is still on the run
Hunting for men until her mission is done
To love her again an unbearable thrill
But your entry to pleasure is her license to kill
And if you think that you embrace an angel
It is just before her skin she shed
But right that moment by the scales have fallen from your eyes
With poisoned lips, which taste so sweet she'll kiss you life goodbye
