| The other one feeds on my hesitation
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| Grows inside of my trepidation
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| Buries his claws in my dislocation
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| I whisper your name to lose control
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| I take a step and over my shoulder
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| His roll-white eyes shine wilder and bolder
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| His snow-white thighs press closer and colder
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| Murmur in me to let him go
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| The other one thrives on my desperation
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| Fills me up with my intoxication
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| Sinks his teeth in my deviation
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| Suffering me to lose control
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| Hold my mouth, taste his breath
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| Hissing, breathing are the same
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| Snakes its sound inside my head
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| Sickening me to let him go
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| I take a step and over my shoulder
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| His pain-white eyes shine wilder and bolder
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| His stain-white thighs press closer and colder
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| Murdering me to let him go
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| I try to resist the gruesome kiss
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| I twist to deny the blood-hot bliss
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| But I always feel myself becoming him
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| And the last thing I remember
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| It isn’t me, it isn’t me, it isn’t me
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| But then it never is… |