Eyes Of The Hydra

Eyes of the hydra behind sun glasses hidden

A smile razor-sharp, that should be forbidden

Each kiss wakes a wish that should not be fulfilled

Until that great morning as you're waking up - killed!

For her there's no quest- should she spit, or should she swallow

But you are playing with death, if her call you should follow

When the shadows come closer at the end of the day

Dressed in latex and high heels she's awaiting her pray

The beast never sleeps - she is still on the run

Hunting for men until her mission is done

To love her again an unbearable thrill

But your entry to pleasure is her license to kill

The beast never sleeps - she is still on the run

Hunting for men until her mission is done

To love her again an unbearable thrill

But your entry to pleasure is her license to kill

And if you think that you embrace an angel

It is just before her skin she shed

But right that moment by the scales have fallen from your eyes

With poisoned lips, which taste so sweet she'll kiss you life goodbye