Sick Amore

Go do the voodoo, that you do so well Ain't an eye dropper full of love in your corner of hell With a head like a goat, and eyes like a crow You saw through my bones going steady and slow If I don't surive, your deadly desires Bathe me in gasoline and set me on fire Breathe me in deep and fill up your lungs Go forth and possess the world With your pink preacher tongue As the author of my own demise Tragedy is capitalized. No chapter unmolested No sentence is disguised Sick Amore Dead poets and hungry wolves Sick Amore The blisters and the sores From my lips to God's ears We need a miracle! No cure exists No pale scientists Only Empty labs and pandemics The test tubes are desert dry The new plague has now arrived The lepers are at the gate Sipping tiger bone wine Dripping like a crime scene from your sweet honey moon Your a mermaid in leather A hailstorm in June Waging war in your trenches Violent sex on your beach Your a bruised Florida orange A black Georgia peach Don't let me catch you with another man Sick Amore Locked up in your broken heart Sick Amore The blisters and the sores Sick Amore The pentagram and the beast Sick Amore The bible and the priest