Last Tango in Paris

This taste
Hungers
It slithers in my mouth, then it obscures
Is it called love?
Is it called lust?
Is it enough?
Go
I can’t run (Can't Run)
He said (He Said)
This damnations forever
Until my dying breath
But there will be
No lipstick to regret
Kiss then kill
And find no love to devour
As days drag and descend
Growing more numb still
Losing count of the hours
Preserved in this hardened shell
Come take your best shot at me
So I can watch you fail
I’ll watch you fail
I’ll watch you kiss, kill for survival
The question still concedes
Is it enough or will there still be
No lipstick to regret
Kiss then kill
And find no love to devour
As days drag and descend
Growing more numb still
Losing count of
No lipstick to regret
Kiss then kill
And find no love
No Love
There is
No love here
There’s always fucking been
No love here