I'll scan for you in infra-red
Unleash the hunger in your head
Catch a steel low-engine whine
Along the sweating curve of your spine
'Cause it's not really fun
'Til electricity hums and
Gets us shivering shuddering shaking
Come all undone
On the lip of the whispering night
Your little moth wings come alight
I got my fork and my knife
Cut myself a sweaty slice
Dropped my blackened spoon
I've got a taste for you
You better run for your life
I'll take a slice off the back
Your oil-slick black eyes rainbow shimmer
Halo of fire flicker glitter and glimmer
Drag your lo-light drapes around me
Winking satellites surround me
I embrace your tender fracture
(You're) my particular spectacular
I got my fork and my knife
Cut myself a sweaty slice
Drop my blackened spoon
I've got a taste for you
My teeth incising for a bite
You better run for your life
I'm hacking into you tonight
Ball-gag leather-tight
Spat out, shat out
Last page torn out
Worn out turned down
Turned on and turned out
