A strange entre that breaks the skin and taints the mind and leaves me licking the bowl

Such infatuation seems to tear the stomach lining and leave ulcers in the soul

Bruises on my wrists from mutual obsession that lingers in the space between our mouths

The taste of something old turned young again makes me feel whole once again

Tasted my flesh right by your side and branded my skin

Tick tock, baby

They're not gonna stop

Tick tock, baby

No one gives a f*ck

The rich appetizer; a correlation when the planets align with your crooked spine

Lay down your bones to me, my dear

Come home to me for a while again and bathe in wine and the scent of all your favorite flowers

Crawl back in bed and decay in silken sheets stained with lover's righteousness 

Tick tock, baby

I'm not gonna stop

Tick tock, baby

I don't give a f*ck

Tonight's third course is laced in sweat and tears from last valentines day's endeavors 

She's insane without the acidic taste of fearful flesh stuck between her pristine canines

She's bitter without the sourness of her favorite aged red wine

I bought her off the black market

Delivered to my doorstep in the dead of night with a hitch for freshly spilled blood

My sweet fallen angel of slow death and formaldehyde

Roll up the ashes from last nights fire in the living room's fireplace while we were too busy Becoming one to worry about the house burning down

Tick tock, baby

Don't stop

Tick tock, baby

You don't give a f*ck