Impure Thoughts

Black and blue, covering you with dry dead leaves and witch perfume
 You're an obedient slave. A vulture pecking shallow graves
 The moon, the stars, the sun
 The aftermath, what's done is done
 Named betrayal by your mother, now slither away
 Your lust for another is a sinful display
 No past, no future, only now!
 Swinging a cat and taunting the crowd
 You don't wanna know, what I've been thinking
 While your castle was burning and your ship was sinking
 I belt out that hook, imperfect pitch
 Trapped in your head, Stuck in your lip
 Love... Love, love, love...
 Cradle your foul creation, A deformed infant
 Just skin, teeth and hair
 Convince it to love you or beat it to submission
 Preserved now, set it in a jar
 Years have passed, You've come so far
 Slow march to the gallows pole
 Denial at this point won't bring the nipple to the babies mouth
 Or keep my soul from flying south
 I'm an insatiable creature
 I want what I want, I want what I want, I want what I want
 And I want it now!
 I know you felt the same way
 Clip the achilles on game day
 We'll make it hurt
 Leave you a cripple
 I know you felt the same way
 Clip the achilles on game day
 We'll make it hurt
 Leave you a cripple
 You don't wanna know, what I've been thinking
 While your castle was burning and your ship was sinking
 I belt out that hook, imperfect pitch
 Trapped in your head, Stuck in your lip
 Spirit men, fight through the crowd
 Spinning around and upside down
 Cracking whips and heart attacks
 Lust and desire, carved in your back
 Flesh on flesh
 Skin on skin
 Take me to hell your in