Sinister Disguise

You're so blunt when you grunt
That we're never going to make it
Well rejoice, what a choice
So the breakup hurt not one bit

But your eyes, well they cloaked a far more sinister disguise
'Cause you've always been a winner
And your voice I heard crack
As you spat my love back
Held a shield, formed a front
Guess you were planning your little stunt

Held a toast, made the most
Of my new acquired freedom
I undressed my mistress
Felt a shiver down the backbone

And your eyes, I could sense them slowly monitoring her thighs
And I suppose that killed the passion
Then the knock on the door
Haunts me forever more
And though my answer was slow
To the door I did go

There you stand, gun in hand
Saying "though we're not going to make it
No-one else shares this house"
And you burst into a mad fit

And your eyes, blood red vehicle from which the devil does arise
And eliminates the rival
Disappears in thin air, I utter a prayer
And I know the same fate
Belongs to lovers I may make
Denied future love