Will you venture out now?
This sugar-coated poison has lost its kick.
These toxins won't hurt you,
but love won't be so choosy.
Be prepared to die a little with every
calculated kiss.
Don't take too little,
an overdose with keep you alive,
high on bliss.
Suck it in, blow it out,
let the silhouettes control your fate.
This tortured love courses through your veins,
make sure you don't take too much.
Choking on the words it took you so long to
articulate,
they're stopping in your throat,
keeping you alive long enough for your
next hit of crystallized pleasure.
But will it loosen your tongue?
Every breath you take is a reminder
that I can't live without you.
Let me be your oxygen.
You live on a diet of carbon dioxide and smoke rings,
but perhaps I am the perfect substitute.
I won't be satisfied until my
finger is on your pulse.
I'm counting the seconds until
those words dissolve in your mouth
and come rushing out.
Confess, oh please do confess
you can't live without me.
I'll become your new addiction.
