Upon her face, the words embrace the covenant of guile, inside her stare there’s nothing there but thoughts of her denial. Her ugly soul has been indulged in treason that is lent, to all the types within the likes upon her shattered sense. Betrayal is in her dreams at night she flies upon the wind, in lightning that her circuits break in rods upon her sin. The thunder cracks the air impacts the echoes will resound, there’s not a soul that’s standing in her lair above the ground. In flames that dance upon the walls in darkness that is sent, the shadows creep before effect in loom of her intent. Inside the cover of the night, her scenery’s surround with secrets that the air has kept in spirits of her sound.