Sick Amore

Go do the voodoo, that you do so well

Ain't an eye dropper full of love

In your corner of hell

With a head like a goat, and eyes like a crow

You saw through my bones going steady and slow

If I don't surive, your deadly desires

Bathe me in gasoline and set me on fire

Breathe me in deep and fill up your lungs

Go forth and possess the world

With your pink preacher tongue

As the author of my own demise

Tragedy is capitalized.

No chapter unmolested

No sentence is disguised

Sick Amore

Dead poets and hungry wolves

Sick Amore

The blisters and the sores

From my lips to God's ears

We need a miracle!

No cure exists

No pale scientists

Only Empty labs and pandemics

The test tubes are desert dry

The new plague has now arrived

The lepers are at the gate

Sipping tiger bone wine

Dripping like a crime scene from your sweet honey moon

Your a mermaid in leather

A hailstorm in June

Waging war in your trenches

Violent sex on your beach

Your a bruised Florida orange

A black Georgia peach

Don't let me catch you with another man

Sick Amore

Locked up in your broken heart

Sick Amore

The blisters and the sores

Sick Amore

The pentagram and the beast

Sick Amore

The bible and the priest