Lyrics Feasting With Panthers - Marc Almond, Michael Cashmore

Feasting With Panthers

I live for the spark of the thrill
As my lovers move in for the kill
As I fall for the curse of the charms
To feel teeth in my neck
The bruises I get
Are lest I forget
I’m part of a feast
The meeting of beasts
I just want to die in their arms
Smiling
Smiling
I watch out for the narrow of eyes
Deliciousness of little lies
In trouble I fight to survive
It’s so hard to believe
Love’s not as it seems
When dark eyes they gleam
I pray no help comes
To save me from the fun
As I wait to be eaten alive
Still smiling
Smiling
I’m feasting with panthers
I’m dining with tigers
I don’t care if I live or I die
For the moment
Lithe and luscious of limb
Like an angel stepped out of a hymn
Starved, mean and razor blade thin
Truth wrapped up in sin
A shiver runs down my back
As they move in to make their attack
The joy of surrender excites me
Seduced by the stories of chance
Spun in a delirious dance
In the wickedness of the romance
When in frenzy they start to devour
It’s unclear who’s the one with the power
Pushed aside all the manners they lack
They consume me
They consume me
Still smiling
Smiling
My heart is a splintered crystal
The assassin aims true his pistol
Each bullet made lethal with lies
Cruel games with no end
Let my broken heart mend
Cold fingers dig deep in my heart
My riches begin to depart
As I try to escape my demise
But oh no not really
I’m smiling
As the panther is making his call
It’s a funeral for my self-respect
A solemn parade for my soul
As the keeper he comes to collect
And my tears once again
Start to fall
Payment for pleasure
I’m feasting with panthers
I’m dining with tigers
I don’t care if I live or I die
I’m feasting with panthers
I’m dining with tigers
I don’t care if I live or I die
I’m feasting with panthers
I’m dining with tigers
I don’t care if I live or I die
Until the next feeding time
I won’t be smiling
I won’t be smiling
Smiling