Eyeshadow

sacrificial lamb; I walk the shadow of the damned
living up to the practice. you can't blacken out the infallible
the man with the face of the reaper. I'll take you beneath Earth
no grace for the merciless, or praising and worshiping. it's not safe to converse with this hateful and perfect twin
of the Bloody Mary; no fun. hysteria's curse is there to plunge you in a murder scene you made, so just be careful
what's beauty without a beast? a touch of love without a kiss of death?
ready or not, I'm in the flesh and trapped inside a million heads
the world's against you. Initiation wouldn't hurt,
but no one can save you from the birth of Vishnu. the surgeon's in you
shaky hands with a grin disturbed and twisted. my work is sickening,
but you should learn to pick through those issues
safe is not an option when the place is haunted
you can either play by the rules, or get lead astray into a made-up coffin
I don't really wear make-up often, but I could if you want me to
eyeshadow, blush, black leather-jacket, gloves, and boots

(by Chino Moreno)

you've summoned a heartless corpse from under the marshes
I come from the darkest forests where the shamans are humming their mantras
sipping from those wooden cups, following what they were taught long ago
looking to harness knowledge with these concoctions
but, it all went wrong; illuminated, but darkness falls
you can play with fire 'til the whore of Babylon puts her stockings on
reels you in with a glance and a simple promise
I'm a problem if your conscience isn't active in your logic

the goblet and the sword is in my palm again
pick your poison.
you've been king for too long, my friend
you made your choices.
to walk alone's to be apart of this evil anointment.
you've been appointed...
nowhere to run to
nowhere to run to