Cyanide and Suger

Cyanide sits, her hair smoldering over one eye
Her carefully made up eyes slant to the side
She slowly parts her glossy lips
Cyanide blows a curl out of her face
Bored with the patheticness of the human race

Sugar waits, cherry pies and sweetness
Your best friend, whenever you need it
She will hold you as you cry, never let you fall
Her razor straigh hair gleams in the light
Her blue eyes gleam, like the ocean at night

Cyanide hates you to the core
Sugar will love you even more
Cyanide will feed off of your weakness
Sugar is the picture of meekness
Cyanide feels none of your pain, you could die at her hands
Sugar, but of curse, always understands

Oposites, in every way
Add them together, and you have me
They fight for power
My soul they shall devour