Kiss of death
Your stomach lined with ice

Breaking fingers
Stabbing lungs
I follow your advice

Hide the bodies
Strip your sins
You're naked just for show

Kiss the concrete
Pierce her eyes
Make sure you do it slow

Leave the children
Mask your face
And hide behind the rouge

Swing your whip
And flash your teeth
'Well are you in the mood?'

Bleeding faces
Solemn wounds
Kiss the moon goodbye

Smile sweetly
Strike the match
And now, my sweet – we'll fly.