Medusa

For the alcoholic and the proud
For the violent and the weak
More heads will turn
More hearts will burn
For all the times you’ve been hurt
For all the bitter lessons learned
Knives are sharpened
We’ll dry out in the sun

All men will have to pay
You don’t mind what I say
You’ll turn all hearts to stone
Brain, flesh and bone

A warrior with fiery arrows
A lioness excited by sorrow
The present will pay for the past
And the future will never last
Every conversation is a battle
You hiss, spit and whistle
You’ve become a sweet destroyer
Your teeth bite when I linger