Black lace

And a curse has fallen on my head To balance all the sins that I have done It really doesn’t matter how many tears I’ve shed If you see that dress you know you’d better run Feel the sorrow in my heart It tears me apart Even though it’s not my will You cannot hide from my embrace Escape my black lace So get ready for the kill The lace will lure all men into my arms A thing that I enjoy, I must confess But in the end they die, so tells the charm On every full moon I have to wear that dress Feel the sorrow in my heart It tears me apart Even though it’s not my will You cannot hide from my embrace Escape my black lace So get ready for the kill