Switchblade Symphony (Jaws Suite)

Listen to Switchblade Symphony by Richard Charles Stevens (Jaws Suite)

Listen to Jaws by Disco Phantom

With razor wire smile
She defiles
Cuts to the chase
With precision and pace
For sufficient embrace
To make for very gravest composition

The night air is bitter
Suggestively so
With molest to its tone
In address set to choke
Cobblestone streets wear the sleet of
mystique
While the mist steeps the chill in the air of despair

The heat of each moment is white hot
intense
A home fire alight you might later repent
Red lacquered fingernails trailing your flesh
No less than invitingly
Ever lip bitingly
Each sigh reminding of credit yet spent
With desire overwhelming to vent

In-between the vertebrae and shoulder blades
Her pain parades
Flays the flesh from bone
As she makes paper chains of veins she drains
On a sticky wicket if you head out in the thicket with the sneakiest suspicion you will ever make it home

First she just wants to have dinner with you
Find a dark recess to shimmer into
Dress in your shadow
And gaze at the light
That excites every narrow
She slithers into

Should She care not for your tone
Then be aware you’re on your own
Should She care not for your tone
Then be aware you’re on your own
Should She care not for your tone
Then be aware you’re on your own
For She would ne’er condone the kind of audience you seek

Let’s just say that things appear decidedly bleak
Listen out for floorboards as they silently creak
Fleeing from the scene could see a thousand woes betide you
Hide and seek’s her game
She may already be inside you
(She may already be inside you)
She may already be inside you

Something hollowed
Something borrowed
Something blue to tide you over
Nothing fun about tomorrow
Doom and gloom for pining over
Stinging lips with clover tongue
Every kiss of blister spun
Every whisper stripped of thrum
To frig with ’til She shivers cums
Dripping bloody honey in the river as it runs
All the while
Her smile defiles
To see your vital signs outrun

That chill in your veins
Faint tap upon your window pane
The air and breath of death’s decay
Bears signature to her domain

Love honour decay
Love honour decay

With razor wire smile
Worn as scythe upon face
Cutting straight to the chase
With precision and pace
Each excision is laced
With sufficient embrace
To make for very gravest composition

With razor wire smile
Worn as scythe upon face
Cutting straight to the chase
With precision and pace
Each excision is laced
With sufficient embrace
To make for very gravest composition
Wish to make it through the night
Alas She doesn’t share your vision
She doesn’t share your vision

Love honour decay
Love honour decay
Love honour decay