Razor

Pretty as an angel, but the bone of the devil
The smile of a fox, but talking on the level
The figure of a lady peekin' through the holes
Tying down my wings, pulling on my soul
Your fingers are snakes, they're eyes and they see
Everytime we touch you take a bite out of me
Driftin' through my head, all the things that you said
What is written on the walls isn't right until it's read
So read: with your snake eyes
You're the devil's daughter, I've met him, skip the fakin'
You've been growing horns since your halo has been taken
In the trap you were the bait, that was your mistake
I never cared a bit for dirt or a black-eyed city snake
I was hartly temped with a wink and a bottle of sin