Lyrics La Petite Morte - Blood On The Dance Floor

La Petite Morte

Do you know what the french call an orgasm
La Petite Morte, The little death
Let’s die a little
Any last words?
The feeling of mortality is locked in your grip
I can feel my life sinking as it’s starting to slip
An ultimate universe, delicious and dark
So open up your mind and take your car out of park
Look into the mirror and tell me what do you see
The other side is staring back at you and me
This burning pain we’ve gotta take in death
Love me till you take out my last dying breath
Hear the voices of the lost souls calling
Succumb so sweetly as your heart rate’s falling
Swim the ocean to the darkest depths
Get closer and closer and closer to death
I will be your little death
Wrap your hands around my neck
Every little touch brings me closer to death
Open up and suck out my last dying breath
You can never use me
You can never abuse me
Life is beginning to slip away
Devine sintervention
La Petite Morte
I wanna know what’s under that filthy dress
Don’t you wanna touch my evil creeping flesh
Put your lips on my vain
And your hands around my neck
Take me to a place I haven’t been to yet
I’ve gotta warn you, this is a suicide
To take my middle finger for a fucking ride
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you close your eyes
Because you’re more alive right before you die
I will be your little death (Fuck me, daddy)
Wrap your hands around my neck
Every little touch brings me closer to death
Open up and suck out my last dying breath
You can never use me
You can never abuse me
Life is beginning to slip away
Devine sintervention
La Petite Morte
Take my life slice by slice
I’ll be your sweet murder
Sex and death, breath by breath
Orgasmic revelation
I will be your little death
Wrap your hands around my neck
Every little touch brings me closer to death
Open up and suck out my last dying breath
You can never use me
You can never abuse me
Life is beginning to slip away
Devine sintervention
La Petite Morte
Orgasmic revelation