Promise - Play Dead

Dressed for looks and glances

Of any man who dares

Smiling of dismonour

The human walking lair

There’s comfort in this madness

But no one seems to care

She’ll dance you like a puppet

She’ll drop you down the stairs

The promise

The promise

A gallery of wishes

Watch every move you make

The character so perfect

She never makes mistakes

The taste of sweat is bitter

My hearts in dark despair

The promise the promise

The promise the promise

The promise the promise

You promised