Words So Leisured

She’s an emotion avenger
She is the villain who sends a
Line of dark fantastic passion
She knows that you will surrender
Knows that you will surrender
You want this fantastic passion
We’ll have fantastic passion
You can feel her lips undress your eyes.
Why should ugly skin that never feels-
Never feel your fingers tingle tense anticipation on it?
This one is an easy one, feel the word and melt upon it
Words of love, words so leisured
Words are poisoned darts of pleas-
Die.
Yes, she’s in her black mood tonight
Watch her dye your black hair white
Rob you of your muscles, slacken
All the skin that was so tight
So ask for a reason
Oh ask for any reason
Oh ask for the one reply
For the one reply
Try, for the reason
But passion never lives, it dies with reason
Try, for reason
Then die