oh my, the death in you makes me feel alive
the shrapnel hits when we collide
eye to eye, the match in yours never sparks to mine
surge towards the venom when you subside
you are a minefield / you are a prison
a self inflicted incision
the joy of giving what I'm not given
you are a drug / you are a riptide
candy-coated cyanide
I only reach for what's forbidden
oh my, the lows in you get me high
lured to the charms of self destruction
eye to eye the masochist will abide
moth to the flame / siren seduction
you are a minefield / you are a prison
a self inflicted incision
the joy of giving what I'm not given
you are a hard drug / you are a riptide
candy-coated cyanide
I only reach for what's forbidden