Criminal

Take this advice however you will,
But you should be wary of women like her.
She's a thief in the proper way of the word,
It's like a sixth sense of hers to see through you
And she will steal from you everything you keep dear,
With no remorse in those dark eyes of hers.
She will wrap her fingertips around your prize...
And she will yank it hard out of your grasp
Until you're left with nothing but chest pains
And nightmares to keep you company at night.
She is a murderer with good blood on her hands,
But she doesn't mind getting her hands a little dirty...
What's a little blood when you have the life of the man
Wrapped tightly around your dominant chord?
She's a surgeon in slices and knows where to cut,
Just enough to cause you to bleed, to hurt, to scream
But not enough to make you feel fear.
She's a villan, in the cartoon way of the word,
She will lure you into the darkest part of the forest
Where no light penetrates to the floor,
And she'll leave you there, lost and confused,
And watch you like a serpent until you crawl your way out.
She's an arsonist, and she will burn you down
Until there's nothing left of you,
Until your bones are nothing but glowing embers
In the pile that you once called yourself...
And while you're burning and writhing on the floor,
While you're screaming at the top of your lungs,
Your last image will be of her, watching you over a mug of tea...
You'll swear you can see the corner of her mouth curling up
But she'll deny having ever done such a morbid thing.

Yeah she's a thief but she will steal from you the demons you hold,
She'll wrap her fingers around the edges of your heart,
And rip out the thorns that dug into you,
Until you just feel the echo of what others have done.
She will murder the doubts inside you,
And tell you the truth of how things really are,
Just sit still and let her show you how it all should have been...
So what if she'll lick her fingers of your red sticky glue?
She will slice into you with well thought out blades,
Sharpened into tight points of truth,
To burst any bubbles and any delusions you may keep in your mind,
And she will bleed you of any poison inside you.
Shell abandon you in the dark, but she won't be far away,
Just close enough to hear her smile in her breath,
And close enough to feel her breath on your neck...
But she'll force you to walk out of the darkness yourself.
You probably won't see what she's doing,
But every here and there you'll hear demons hissing in pain next to her.
She will burn you to ashes and destroy who you are,
But her fire will clean you and cure you,
She'll wipe your slate clean of your ashes,
And shove you into the world-- a new man.