Insane, the second diva comes
To stab you in the back
Ugly is what he hates
A graceful death attack
Unbridled, psychopathic
Narcissistic mind
Solipsistic ego
Seeks to bring the end of time
Megalomaniac, better than you
Unmatched class and grace
Sadistic, torturous, murderous glee
Plastered on his face
Chorus
Blood red—see it dripping
She’s bled—claws he’s licking
Blood red—see it dripping
She’s dead—clock is ticking
Spawned from a tragedy
A childhood warped by pain
Witness to a grisly slaughter
By a beloved mothers bane
Swore vengeance, a killing spree
To cleanse the world of filth
The repulsive masses shall be purged
Genocidal plans for the hideous world scourge
Sought work, onsetting boredom
Of the aristocratic life
Sick of snobs and their diluted greed
Craved a warring strife
Into the arms of a fascist leader
Who looked to own it all
Guns, drugs, terrorists
A masked assassin
Spearheading the campaign
Until the day he freed the brainwashed
Dolls upon a plane
Repeat chorus
Fade to black, into darkness
Whispers of demise so shameless
Not gone—will return for more mayhem
New souls to reap; enslave them
So wrong—sin sent, it calls to
Double agent dared to cross you
Not gone—caught sight during escape
With the other copy of the tape
So wrong
Solo (McNeil)