blood and lace

I was raised by the fires of hell 
That’s how I got this sheen 
When someone’s lying I can tell
I just get this feeling 
I’m a sinner, a slayer, a saint, a saviour 
& I’ve seen enough to spot a jaguar 

I cut my teeth on broken dreams
That’s my specialty
When it all falls down
You can call on me 
I’m a giver, a taker, an instigator 
& I’ve seen enough to lay a wager 

I was born in the cold
Where the north winds blow 
By the light of the moon 
& the fall of the snow 
I got ice in my veins 
& steel in my bones
& a fire that burns out of control 

So pick your game 
& roll the dice 
I can’t promise that I’ll play nice 
But if you’d like to press your luck 
Step up to the table
Place your bets & let it roll 

♠️ 

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