A Rising Tide Drowns The Head-In-Sanders

She had a different face for every day.

There weren’t much chance and no damn way

You would ever catch her without her makeup

Cause if you did then lady’d wakeup

A demon hiding deep within her

A little probing would effortlessly stir

Her demon screemin’ to come greet you.

Her demon steamin’ to unseat you.

She seems so harmless!

Wants to greet you!

Then leave you to your wounds.

And just like all the goons

You’ll beg, come save me!

Then that’s the gravy

And you are a big ol’ steak.

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