The Burning Season - Dear Seductress

She pulls the pins
from her hand grenades
and wears them as your time she wastes
but does she know shes dancing with the devil
shes dancing with the devil

she gave my sense of arousal
a set of teeth
and with incisors I tear clean
the pieces of flesh from the flower
This is what lies beneath the mask I'm running from

Hair on my neck
stands at a state of attention
as her claws convince me into seduction

Wake up wake up
this is only a dream
Your a ghost dressed in red
and I'm falling asleep
just wake up this is only a dream