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• Artiste: Death Machine Weapons
• Titre: The Madam Perverse
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On this restless night, you go to take your liberty With a looker-filly, you'll snap her at the knees Relieve some pressure, give it 'til it hurts Now all to do is find the target This feeling's getting worse Got a winner in your sight, it's time to deal the blow No interest in wrong or right, you're gonna tag this doe Struggle begins, live one on your hands 'Til you realize you've got butterfingers All she left is strands Confusion sets in as you turn your head about Nothing is all you hear or see No whimper, scream, or shout A risky world you've entered, are you soon to pay the price? Being dumb, letting this one go Prison bars weigh on the back of your mind You turn to leave, and hope she didn't see your face Silent scepter comin' from the sky, gonna put you in your place Slash, stun It's done Surprising pain you feel Curse reversed, the Madam Perverse The fairer's not making the shrill As you feel your blood pouring out, your marvel turns to fear Classic tale, hunter is prey Lion turned to deer Now it's a struggle for your own survival Parry and break, it's all you can do Nail-biter, you feel the sharp pricking Of strange weapons, your blood they exude Is it hell over the horizon? The shame you feel, losing control Your legs weaken, the metal engulfs them A she-demon, sewing your soul Slash, stun It's done She stares at you, icy a face Members none, there was only one The fairer has brought you disgrace Curse reversed, the Madam Perverse She exits with nary a phrase Leaving you with thinking to do And something you'll never replace