Your lips are like morphine The make-up runs down into The bullet wound in your cheek
There's a secret I can share now (just don't tell) There's a world I can show now (just don't cry)
Will this hand destroy you?
In the flood of the light
Your tongue taste like strychnine And your long hair is torn The fancy wings are broken
There's a venom can you taste it (let out your tongue) And it taste sweet (There's a diamond can you see it) Black sugar deep in the meat
Will this hand destroy you?
In the flood of the light
Into the magic turbines of the night And I will tear them down All the white stars in your eyes
They are the victims of the vices They are the servants of the crisis