MY LITTLE BLADE
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Let the storm do the talking

VERSE1
Well If I dress as a woman, and she does the killin’
It looks like I’ll be clean as a bride
I get her to do the murderin’, looks like I’ll be walkin’
With knife and bible by my side
I’m a spirit in a husk, from all those heinous acts
It smells like rotting meat in here
I’ve never been one for the blues, the colour red is what I choose
And all the pretty pretty shades of pain

CHORUS
My little blade
Broken Mirror’s fate
You’re the poison that’s a killing me
My little blade
Broken Mirror’s fate
I got a feeling this will end real badly
My little blade

VERSE2
Lookin’ through slithers of the mirror, self harm and the glamour
I’m dainty as a lady pullin teeth
Your skin it’s disappearin’, stop squealin’ all your fearin’s
I got you bleedin’ like a thief
Sweet piglet you got me purgin’, my moralities are a burnin’
You reflect an image of the truth (praise his name)
Sweet chariot with a machete, now come to daddy
…I am empty, now I’m going to empty you

CHORUS

Nothing can kill you if you’re already dead

CHORUS

Words and Music by Zoog Von Rock © 2016.
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