I always spelled out my secrets,
but in a language nobody could read.
Have I always been so devious?
Why, yes, of course,
but that’s half the fun of someone like me.
Destruction in a delicious package,
I taste like the sweetest kind of treachery,
never fulfilling all the debts that belong to me.
Daughter of the devil, and an angel that fell into his trap,
I am a self aware sin,
and I cannot confess enough to make it stop.