His blood-eyes are open
His shrouded mind is closed
Distraught and with disdain
Your concern she attempts to attain

She offers you her sin
On a diamond platter
But you just pick away
At the leftovers from yesterday

Let her be your angel dust
Let her be your high
Let her be your angel dust
On sober wings she flies

Drink her like decadence;
It’s all you’ve known for years
Abuse yourself tonight
And she’ll be following in your light

Gape into your mirror
Identify her face
She’s just playing your game
And if she’s losing then you’re to blame

Let her be your angel dust
Let her be your high
Let her be your angel dust
On failing wings she flies

Build her

Break her

Soothe her

Shake her

Feel her

Taste her

Save her

Rape her

When she looks into your eyes

How do you sleep at night?

She’s more than angel dust
She’s more than a high
Let her be your angel dust
On tainted wings she flies

Author's Note: Written for Miss Katrina Armstrong.