Perfumed Death

Death she sees, there’s only death
For heathen ladies of the night
Flying from their broken frames
Captured by your lens in flight
While below the masses stare
At their favorite model’s game
She belongs to someone else
Those silhouettes in blazing rain

Perfumes glowing in the night
Perfumed death awaits for you
Let her go or hold her tight
Watch out man, here come the news

Life she sees with weary eyes
She’s not sure she’s holding on
There’s so many boys and toys
Waiting in the pleasure zone
Picture frame by picture frame
You adjust to their machines
Have you tasted their champagne
Have you looked outside the dream

Perfumes glowing in the night
Perfumed death awaits for you
Let her go or hold her tight
Watch out man, here come the news

Fame she sees with every move
Love was meant to be her fate
Muscles trapped in plastic tubes
Fill her head with voice of faith
She believed in every word
Fashion priests declared their truth
Have you bought your ticket yet
Time to drain you of your youth

Perfumes glowing in the night
Perfumed death awaits for you
Let her go or hold her tight
Watch out man, here come the news