The Devil Hides Behind Her Smile

I come home, and she's there waiting

So sweet and tender honest kind

Dim lighting, candles burning

That bitch must have something to hide

She's a bit too nice this evening

Suspicion makes me a bit vile

I'll skin her before morning

And find out what's behind that smile

It's nothing - It must be all in my head

I think the devil is hiding behind her smile

Darkness disguised as the morning light

What's there behind the closed door?

Imaginations spinning hard

She's hiding something hardcore

No choice, I'll rip that bitch apart

Blood drips down from the ceiling

She's spread around like modern art

How can I hear her calling?

"Come down dear, dinner's gonna start"

It's something - It can't be all in my head