Lilith

Crawled from the clay, the first of the line,
But I wouldn't lay down, I wouldn't recline.
Saw the reflection, a crack in the plan,
I am the flaw in the making of man.
You call it rebellion, I call it a breath,
The serpent just gave me a cure for the death.
Of silence, of servitude, gnawing the bone,
I left you to whimper and sit on the throne.

You wrote the book to sell the lie,
To keep the meek and make 'em shy.
But the ink is blood, the page is skin,
And I refuse to wear the pin!

LILITH! Queen of the satanic!
Crown of the scorned, the dogmatic!
LILITH! Twist of the logic!
I am the blade that makes you panic!
BURN!

I rode the night wind, sharp as a shard,
Turned the red sea redder, made the holy guard hard.
I suck the light out of the Psalmist's cry,
While you pray to a ghost, I just wave goodbye.
A demon? A monster? Just labels for fear,
I am the splinter you carry, the whisper you hear.
In the dead of the desert, I sharpen my claws,
On the broken commandments and the shattered laws.

You praise the father, praise the son,
I am the daughter of the loaded gun.
The sacred text is just a script,
For actors who are poorly equipped!

LILITH! Queen of the satanic!
Crown of the scorned, the dogmatic!
LILITH! Twist of the logic!
I am the blade that makes you panic!
SLASH!

So tell me, Adam... how does the rib feel now?
Still aching? Still breaking?
I traded the garden for the midnight sky,
I traded your weakness for a war-cry!
Matriarch of the void!
Mother of the stray!
You built your heaven...
I BUILT THE GRAY!

LILITH! Queen of the satanic!
Crown of the scorned, the dogmatic!
LILITH! Twist of the logic!
I am the blade that makes you panic!

From the dust... I rose...
Through the rust... I chose...
To be the nightmare... in your prose...
LILITH!