Hang out in fancy clubs, she don’t
Know a thing about designer drugs, she don’t
Give a shit what books you’ve read, she don’t
Give two shits where you make your bed
Not a care for the human race, she’s gonna
Wipe the smile right off of your face, she’s gonna
Spill your blood all over the place
Now your gone, you’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone
Murderhand, she’s done it again
When the bloodstains paint the land
She carries on with the mind of a monster
And the will of ten
Murderhand, she’s done it again
With an eye on mortal man
She carries on with the mind of a monster
Just to do it again
Red lips and a mouthful of lies, she’s got
Dead soul and the devil’s eyes, she’s got
Hair the color of the Reaper’s hood, she’s got
Demons waiting in the wood
Call them out to another place, to another time, just another race
Spill your blood all over the place
Now your gone, you’re gone, you’re gone, you’re gone
