Made Of Weapons (Remastered)

Oh, here she comes now
She ain't messing round
She's after blood now
Gonna paint the town
Your name it won't be shit
When she gets through
Drag you in the dirt, yeah
She's gonna ruin you

Should've known better
You should've watched your step
A shift in energy
And you lost your head
Got your neck on the line, yeah
Now there is no doubt:
You built yourself a funeral pyre
That you can't put out

She's made of weapons
Will tear you apart
Rip you to shreds and
Pull out your heart
Kill you quick as look at you
There'll be nothing left
She's made of weapons
She's made of death

She's made of weapons
She's made of death
She's made of weapons
She's made of death
She's made of weapons
She's made of death
She's made of war
She's the maid of death



Credits
Writer(s): David Tombesi-walton
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