Clear and Present Danger

An angel chose a thousand souls

To wrap around her finger

The wounded flesh wound up so tight

A deathly scent was near her

This is how I sniffed her out

The all-too-perfect stranger

A perfume sweeter than self doubt

A clear and present danger

She thinks my fate is in her hand

I slip right through like grains of sand

Line up your life from end to end

Now add the parts that might have been

A single thread, you'll weave it in

A cosmos and a simple piece of lint

Some drops of blood came trickling down

But what was it about her?

The people cried, despite their tears

They couldn't live without her

One by one they all laid down

The angel took their power

I saw her hand was made of glass

Which I could surely shatter

They think their fates are in her hand

I smash it up across the land

Pour out your guts from tail to tip

Subtract the heart, you never even used it

Turn into dirt, let time decay it

Layers of earth and a simple piece of shhhhh

An angel chose a thousand souls

To wrap around her finger

Her finger

Her finger

Around her finger

Her finger