Mark R Slaughter - Bloodlust lyrics

Blood is but a trickle thro' her veins; A tear – but only that it feigns A look of sorrow; the sigh, she had to borrow; To know, in acting hurt she all but reigns! A perk of siren head to draw him in; He melts – a waning from within. Her clever snare: he marries with her hair. But now the kiss - a taste of her cuisine! She in torsion paints a torrid tale - See her callous grin upon his wail! - Be the torture, swallow down the pain - His burden gone, no life must he sustain. Revenge on Man! Her loss of trust had Wrought an evil who*ed in lust: The crafted vintage e're the thrust Behind her ill champagne.