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 fools demise, demise, any fools 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 cant 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