El Diablo
Mike VanPortfleet / Tara Vanflower
See the serpent twine
Wrapped around her spine
Coils inside her mind
Bleeds her eyes so blind
She is killing time
Casting pearls to swine
Trapped beneath her crime
Burnt, her skin seeps wine
Moon turns red, silence speaks
She is lead
Welcome sleep, lost her head, monster dreams
She is dead
See the serpent twine
Crush her alibi
Intoxicating lie
Devils sing their lullaby
Caught up in their schemes
Drops down to her knees
Begging baby pleas
Serpents have their needs
Devils have her (serpents twine)