You're bent over the grand piano
Feel my eyes slide over you
Legs that curve the same as hers could run as quickly too
My lazy tongue lies low and ready
It cannot seem to speak its words
I'd axe it off to shut me up but you've already heard the murders have occured
The path into this heart is littered with corpses and strewn with body parts of those who came before
And of strongers souls than you
So just give up
Take me where they cannot see us and lay me down on coffin rich dirt
Tonight, I am a Transylvanian
A taste of you won't hurt
Because i am numb to every feeling and stubborn ears will hear no sound
My last few rounds have left me reeling
My teeth are on the ground and I've taken pound for pound
So child,
Don't go getting your hopes up