Switchblade Symphony (Cape Fear Suite)

Listen to Switchblade Symphony by Richard Charles Stevens (Cape Fear Suite)

Listen to Cape Fear by DJ Harry & Point Blank

With razor wire smile
She defiles
Cuts to the chase
With precision and pace
.
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 the still dead of night
Behind whispering drapes
This visitor yearns to delight her red grape
Hungering for the tart taste of her husk
And the sweet scented musk inner thigh
Would not feel righteous to claim yet the prize
Seen through the red room of true bedroom eyes
Leave telling mark upon arch of her spine
Surrender to swelter of lust
.
Surrender to swelter of lust
.
With razor wire smile
She defiles
Cuts to the chase
With precision and pace
.
With razor wire smile
She defiles
(Cut Cut) Cuts to the chase
With precision and pace
.
With razor wire smile
She defiles
.
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
.
Hide and seek’s her game
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
.
That chill in your veins
Faint tap upon your window pane
The air and breath of death’s decay
Bears signature to her domain
.
In the still dead of night
Behind whispering drapes
This visitor yearns to delight her red grape
Hungering for the tart taste of her husk
And the sweet scented musk inner thigh
Would not feel righteous to claim yet the prize
Seen through the red room of true bedroom eyes
Leave telling mark upon arch of her spine
Surrender to swelter of lust
.
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
.