Is like you were my favourite drug.

Lead to the river, midsummer, I waved.
A "V" of black swans on with hope to the grave.
And though Red September with skies fire-paved.
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones.

Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me, a rose in the rain....
So I swore to the razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again.

Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness.
And would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time, from the binds of your lowliness.
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key...

Six feet deep is the incision. In my heart, that barless prison.
Discoulours all with tunnel vision, sunsetter...
Nymphetamine.
Sick and weak from my condition.
This lust, this vampyric addiction.
To Her alone in full submission, none better...

Nymphetamine. Nymphetamine girl. Nymphetamine. My Nymphetamine girl.

Wracked with your charm, I'm circled like prey.
Back in the forest were whispers persuade.
More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt...

Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric away.
And dance out to the moon as we did in those golden days.

Christening stars, I remember the way we were needle and spoon, mislaid in the burning hay.

Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness.
And would you ever soon come above unto me?
For once upon a time, from the bind of your holiness.
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.