Blood Has Been Shed

You should have seen this coming from miles and miles away
God knows you had your best face forward
Soothing the soul with words of solace
Spoken like a true devil
Change your colors chameleon
But I still smell your stench in the morning air
the hawk always flies alone over an empty filed
For the deceiver dual blades to slit the throat
Give up the ghost that's all she wrote 35,000 ways to hate you
I'll see your forked tongue as my trophy