What A Sweet Night

She pulls a razorblade from under her jeans
Holds it to the light and smilies again
Maybe this will end it
Maybe this will end it, not yet!

Another hooker lying on the ground
Drunk from all the night's drinks poured on down
Maybe she'll just end it
Maybe she'll just end it, oh yes!

Blood spattered
On the pavement she
Grips tight
To her hair and she
Feels like
Laughing but
Fear still grips
Her much tighter

Her love of her life will devour her
With more pain than possibly imagined
He smilies with a toothy white grin
Stained crimson with time

Rusty blades in the night give me refuge
She's coming and not stopping till all the blood has spilled
Master wants all the bones for his collection
And maybe make a coat of skin for her work

She lies on the ground, hair out like blood-spatter
Black as the night, but with hints of crimson
Her necklace is made of the bones of the crushed fingers
A gift from her master and love her life (Marrying is just another word for slavery)

He whips again (He locking her up)
He starves again (She can't stop the crying)
Released like a dog in the night to do the master's bidding
And she still feels so insane (But all this insanity is sanity for them)
Enough for them
They drink it like wine and get drunk enough on it

Teeth sink into the neck (So delicious)
Bones crunch to the floor (So dilectable)
Skin scraps on the dirt (So tempting)
And she hasn't eaten tonight