I've got this little itch,
that I never learned to scratch
It seems that even if I had
I'd rather itch than not
and the pleasure is the lesser
when it's giving to the pressure
of an ever growing lust
and an always present want
all this is yours
here's your piece of it your part in it
Clench your jaws
with claws
you'll strangle it
you'll smother it
Damn right I want nothing to do with this
No part of it
keep locked your jaws
I hope you choke on it
I'd fight to the death to keep it
this mere fondling is mine all mine
(the most subtle of snares)
I've cared so much with proving
that I've lost all love for proof
An ever growing craving
for a quickly fading feel
I'd trade my soul for a great big hole
and a heart too hard to heal
The craving grows
Fiercer and fiercer it grows
My heart is ringing out of tune
My heart is ringing out of tune
My heart is calling out for you
I'm the first to thirst
and last to drink,
of the words I've heard but rarely think
My God my heart has gone to hell
but I have found the well
and it's mine all mine