
She's Brought You Little Kakes,
To Heal All Wounds,
To Sever Those Aches,
But Only If You Behave,
Or She'll Starve You Dry,
She Can Choose To Kill,
Or Save,
Or Watch You Fry.
Forget Eve,
She Wasn't The First Woman,
There Is A Truer Femme,
The One That Calls Me Puddin'.
Born As Adam,
An Equal,
Defied The Garden,
But Turned Evil.
The Original One,
Unique,
A Servant To No Man,
A Goddess Mystique.
To Heal All Wounds,
To Sever Those Aches,
But Only If You Behave,
Or She'll Starve You Dry,
She Can Choose To Kill,
Or Save,
Or Watch You Fry.
Forget Eve,
She Wasn't The First Woman,
There Is A Truer Femme,
The One That Calls Me Puddin'.
Born As Adam,
An Equal,
Defied The Garden,
But Turned Evil.
The Original One,
Unique,
A Servant To No Man,
A Goddess Mystique.

She Needn't A Man--
Refused.
Walked Away From Eden,
Left Three Angels Confused.
Until She Met Samael,
True Blue,
The Other Side Of The Coin,
Same As Hers,
But With Truth.
For Samael's Other Form Was The Serpent,
The Same One In The Garden,
Burning With Yearning.
The Accuser,
Seducer,
Destroyer,
With Both Good And Evil,
But I Won't Give Spoilers.
You Know The Story Already,
It's Stuck In Time,
But The Goddess Lilith,
She Owns My Rhyme.
Together,
In Unison,
Our Bodies Match Perfectly,
Something Beautiful.
Only Gods,
No Cockroaches,
Here Comes Lilith,
Something Ferocious Approaches.
She Has Gotten Stuck,
In A Loop,
Taking Care Of Others,
While They Regroup.
It Has Made Her Lose Sight Of Her Strength,
Allowing Others To Drain Her Dry,
She Tends To Forget,
She Was Forged In Fire,
She's A God,
The Rest Are Flies.
Perhaps Selfishness And Self-Preservation Are The Key,
Take A Second To Enjoy Yourself,
Hit Pause On The Rest,
It Is What You Need,
Can You Not See?
Your Life Force Is Being Stolen--
Drained.
You Are Letting Cockroaches Pull You Down,
Where You'll Sink In Pain.
So Get Up,
Show Me Your Fists,
That Wicked Smile I Fell For,
Among The Other Things I Love,
Those Written In Lists.
In Case You Forgot,
You Never Needed Me,
You Were Already A God Before The Three.
Show Me Your Fire,
That Stone-Cold Stare,
That Flame Inside You,
That Once Told Me,
"Beware!"
Refused.
Walked Away From Eden,
Left Three Angels Confused.
Until She Met Samael,
True Blue,
The Other Side Of The Coin,
Same As Hers,
But With Truth.
For Samael's Other Form Was The Serpent,
The Same One In The Garden,
Burning With Yearning.
The Accuser,
Seducer,
Destroyer,
With Both Good And Evil,
But I Won't Give Spoilers.
You Know The Story Already,
It's Stuck In Time,
But The Goddess Lilith,
She Owns My Rhyme.
Together,
In Unison,
Our Bodies Match Perfectly,
Something Beautiful.
Only Gods,
No Cockroaches,
Here Comes Lilith,
Something Ferocious Approaches.
She Has Gotten Stuck,
In A Loop,
Taking Care Of Others,
While They Regroup.
It Has Made Her Lose Sight Of Her Strength,
Allowing Others To Drain Her Dry,
She Tends To Forget,
She Was Forged In Fire,
She's A God,
The Rest Are Flies.
Perhaps Selfishness And Self-Preservation Are The Key,
Take A Second To Enjoy Yourself,
Hit Pause On The Rest,
It Is What You Need,
Can You Not See?
Your Life Force Is Being Stolen--
Drained.
You Are Letting Cockroaches Pull You Down,
Where You'll Sink In Pain.
So Get Up,
Show Me Your Fists,
That Wicked Smile I Fell For,
Among The Other Things I Love,
Those Written In Lists.
In Case You Forgot,
You Never Needed Me,
You Were Already A God Before The Three.
Show Me Your Fire,
That Stone-Cold Stare,
That Flame Inside You,
That Once Told Me,
"Beware!"