You talk like blood Drained from what's good Thick yet so sweet To the taste we will drink
Warm when inside Numb when we're warm Stage left is fear In the form of a fire
We need to feel so we can remember what it's like Between the sheets of the inferno's eternal burning thighs Slit the wrist and watch as I study all the drips Then we put it back and staple up the vein Rewriting 'til our death, we write in vain
You talk of tomorrow in such poor form And sever the letters from which we were born But if you keep a secret, I'll offer rewards A bloodless percussive muscle of warmth Oh baby, react so I can act like a man