Sometimes you just gotta write an edgy murder song because you can.
Mrs. Misdirection, death and dereliction
Call me your reflection born of your conviction
Nothing that you say will help you to escape me
Nobody can save the demon you created that day
Mollifying offerings of funeral homes
Red-rose spraying over lilies white as bone
Doctor, please, I'm praying, don't leave me alone
Seeking out a signal but the trail's gone cold
Dead zone, empty, but they're all seeing gold
Saying sit down, listen to the story you're told
"My condolences... it's just so tragic."
Long white gloves hiding all that red
And they're telling me the smell of blood is in my head
Just another dream, go back to bed
"Gosh, how horrible... could you imagine...?"
Mrs. Misdirection, death and dereliction
Do you still regret them, buried in your fictions?
Nothing that you say will help you to escape me
Nobody can save this demon you created that day
Stitching up security, patchwork and thin
A smile and a curtsey's all it takes to waltz in
Dusting off the desk and asking where have you been?
A shot of whiskey is no lady's vice
Let's call it a favor, if you're feeling nice
Hidden under the flavor of bitter ice
"Well, you know, I just couldn't help it!"
Wherefore those long gloves, in lily white?
My lady's looking pale, are you quite all right?
Clean hands, not a fingerprint in sight
"It was awful... but nothing could be done!"
Mrs. Misdirection, death and dereliction
Call me your reflection born of your conviction
I'll make no deflection, finishing my mission
So long as you're gone, I will fear no revision
Mrs. Misdirection, death and dereliction
Watching your reflection, left without conviction
In your final moments, I hope that you know I'll
Disappear unnoticed as I ever was before