You know I like it so you play the game
You play it so well but it’s not the same
Just look behind my eyes to see my need
The cutting thoughts beneath will make you bleed
You look so pretty but this will not do
You still have color there’s still life in you
Your body’s still, but your skin is warm
This mere illusion will not turn me on
I want to feel you while you are in your death bed
You will taste my kiss as your eyes grow cold and dead