DullBlah[Intro]
*(Eerie synth chords, distant whispers, gravelly bassline)*
[Verse 1]
Moonlight drips like maggots on the pavement,
September’s breath—a curse, a crave, a casket’s arrangement.
Donna Decay sashays, her hips a rot-slick grind,
Skin peeling lace, a death march dressed in twine.
Her kiss? Cyanide laced with honeysuckle lies,
Men flock like vultures, blind to the flies.
She croons in crypt tones, “Baby, let’s get entwined,”
A grave’s her boudoir, love’s a noose she design.
[Chorus]
Donna Decay, the queen of flesh turned brine,
Seduces shadows where the streetlights decline.
September’s her season to feast and confine,
One night in her arms—you’re a relic, a shrine.
[Verse 2]
Backpack rhymes laced with autopsy reports,
Her heart’s a black hole where morality distorts.
She’ll quote Shakespeare between bites of your spine,
“To hell we go, lover—eternity’s our vine.”
Her touch? A moldered psalm, a sacrament profane,
Men beg for decay, addicted to the pain.
She laughs—a cemetery wind through barren trees,
Drags ’em underground where the demons all feed.
[Bridge]
Six feet deep, her lullaby’s a shovel’s clang,
Hell’s choir hums as her undead lovers h**g.
She whispers, “Darling, did you think this was a game?”
September fades… but her curse remains the same.
[Outro]
*(Distant screams, soil shifting, a tombstone slams shut)*