She's Strychinine-Ion Dissonance

She's Strychnine - Ion Dissonance You're poison girl! I could've swallowed you Seeking the proximity to be under your flesh, Flower of flesh and blood, I wanted to be your blooming I felt empty the minute you walked away from me Right now I miss just everything about her, The fragrance all around her neck, The way she moves, f**k yeah, Those tight panties I can't wait to strip you down! You're a monument of aesthetic, Instead of glorifying you, I'll rearrange your pretty smile An icon to be adorned, you make me sick With a rusty cleaver, I'll be the new Da Vinci Whore, poisonous, wine, strychnine! You please yourself in the Collecting of wrecks of men Who've fallen under your charms. Between these luscious legs, a graveyard, Has became quite a populous Nation But I simply won't give in, As I have seen beyond the cruelty of your looks, Risen from the ashes of my love life, I am to see you suffer And I desecrate everything that has been given To you, as natural weapons, against my will Weapons that you so skilfully use everyday, You call this justice? To be the one, that will show you that Tomorrow's morning glory is gonna be tainted And simply won't happen, ever again As sunrise is no more, And so are you!