Spirit lyrics

How can you forgive her? How can you trust her? Her tongue is forked And her eyes deceiving What is this hope you have For a naked girl Torn, Living in the river of blood From her victims? Why have faith? She is a liar She is a beggar She is a thief And nothing more. How can you do this? Care so much for bones unbroken And blood best left spilled On the floor? She is sickly on the inside. Like a rose she seems fragile, warm Soft, But hidden beneath white satin petals Are hot, red thorns, Ever ready to pry the blood from your pores. She is full of anger Hate Which she desires to spread to you. She is trapped inside a circle Built of thick iron That appears to be thin glass. Ready to shatter Into one million tiny pieces That she can never reconstruct.