BLOODY MARY
(tomato juice, salt, pepper, worcestershire sauce, vodka)
A twisted figure
Inside and out
Keeping up appearances
She’s drinking all your blood
...Her love is like a flood
You’re an inch from ruin...
How can you share this toxic kiss?
She’s left you with no one who cares
No one who cares. No one prepared.
No one is there. No one who cares.
Drenched in the moment
Can’t clear your mind
Do you hear her voice? It calls to you
It’s poison for your blood
...It turns your soul to mud
You’re an inch from ruin...
How can you bear the beast within?
She’s left you with no one who cares
You’ll never see how this lust corrodes your mind
All the other voices fade away
Her blood soaked hands, cutting off the ties that bind
Her sins exposed in crimson spray
Still an inch from ruin...
Won’t ever face, this naked flaw
We're damned and have no one who cares
No one who cares. No one prepared.
No one is there. No one who cares.