I picked you up, took you home. Poured you a drink, cyanide inside. You look so good, my sweet embrace. You'll taste so good, with blood on your face. My mental obsession, release of physical agression. A carnal act so true, I can not live without you. Wearing all black, full cherry lips. With a body like yours, there is no turning back. You feel so good, a gothic embrace. You taste so good, Now that blood is on your face. My mental obsession, stabbing out agression. A vital act so true, I will not live without you.