The Four Lords

Lady, Mistress you've heard about me
Under Mother Miranda we finally meet
Towering presence stop all who speak
I say you look good enough to eat
I'm sratching you're trashing these claws
Monster in nightmares, I'm the cause
I claim your blood as my new prize
Daughter's no true reason to cry
Transform before your very eyes
My looks aren't the only surprise

Hear that creak? Yeah, call me Angie
You seem so frantic with these dolls in the halls
I think if we were Rose, you wouldn't act like this at all
We look like her, it sounds like her, right?
Play my little hide and go seek fight
These pheromones, contradict the reality of your rational mind
When my mother and father died
Angie would never be see away from my side
I hide this face, in my head - what's going on inside?
I tried to do good, with most my might
Take my guise, you may find
Once it's done, blossoms truth, it's all contrite

Mother Mirands, if it's for you I will do anything, this is true
I can even keep an arm or two, can't let Ethan Winters get to you
He will not get past my resevoir, if I am a fish, then he's caviar
I know that I'm looking real bizarre
But Mother is shining just like a star
But Ethans a parasite like cadou
I'm blocking his way with all of my mold
I'm scared of myself when I lose control
But he won't survive when he loses his soul
Like the way you had commanded me
The despair I have, has damaged me, an ugly freak, they branded me
I'm begging you - please don't abandon me!

You must be pretty tought, huh?
Or you're just a dumb punk, who thinks he's packin' dumb luck
Well I'll show you who's a dumb fuck
When you're facing a better Magneto
Team up with me and we're going to freedom
I gave you a chance, now you wanna be feeble?
Sent to your funeral, there is no sequel
Like Iron Man, got iron hands
Smack you with a frying pan, a dying plan
You are so blinded, damn, a drying plant
Wow I can see it in your eyes, you're a dyin' man
Join me, and we'll send her to hell
They will sacrifice Rose at the sound of the bell
Fine! Ethan I don't need your help
If you will not help me, I'll kill her myself

Alis volat propriis
Aut vincere aut mori
Bring her to me, set her free
Set her free
Ooh, set us free
Ethan you poor fool
Ooh, set him free



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Writer(s): Emmanuel Rodriguez
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