Speak of the devil,
And I'll be there,
By your side,
Beautiful and ominous,
Like an empty county fair,
How I wait for the knight,
Who'd play with my demons in plain sight,
How I await you to drown me,
So I can come back, the monster under your bed,
Your special, personal bounty,
How I would look into your eyes,
And swallow their light,
How I'd pleasure myself,
Being your eternal twilight,
I'll gift you a bite,
Each for the lies you crow,
Burning the soles of your feet,
Oh how I'll make you bow,
Then you'll know not to scorn a woman,
You'll know inferno when she turns a demon.
