JEZEBEL
Written & Copyright by Dying Blynd

Epitome of selfishness, Act on distress.
Step outside and bite my tongue. Clean up the mess.
Say the words left unsaid. Rip out from under.
Nothing left to stand on, But this echoing blunder.

A mind-crime you know so well. A story you'd love to tell.

My dear sweet Jezebel.

Your body thrown from the upper window, To your audience below.
The horses and dogs wait to meet you, And leave nothing to show.

Your spirit cries our generation. Build up your god.
The road that leads to your demise. Chains that bind.

Place it on a pedestal. Hands covered with oil.
Grab hold, force your faith on mine. Curse left behind.

A mind-crime you know so well. A story you'd love to tell.

My dear sweet Jezebel.

Your body thrown from the upper window, To your audience below.
The horses and dogs wait to meet you, And leave nothing. No, nothing to show.

Leaving little of your remains...Just enough to tell it's you.
No face to paint, no evil deeds...No more blood to spill.

A mind-crime you know so well. A story you'd love to tell.

My dear sweet Jezebel.

Your body thrown from the upper window, To your audience below.
The horses and dogs wait to meet you, And leave nothing, no nothing, nothing!

Your body thrown from the upper window, To your audience below
The one who claimed prophesy, Never saw it coming.