she's my disease

Sister mischief heads my way, tugs my chain and I obey
Can my corpse come out and play with her today?
Sister mischief knows the rules, I love her as her scheme unspools
And I will drown in gentle pools of velvet clay
If love’s a dog from hell, I’m on the wrong side of the fence
My curiosity won’t tell my fear it’s too intense
There is no cure, she bleeds me by degrees
My disease
And I hear her rustling in the trees
And I wonder, «Will she come tonight and bring me to my knees?»
I first met her in this hall, she was so beautiful and small
And I heard seven angels call me from the mountain
My head exploded, I saw stars, and my leg still bears the scars
From where I ran into this very drinking fountain
If love’s a battlefield, I’m on the wrong side of the line
There is no hope of rescue, but my capture feels just fine
If I am dreaming, oh, please God, let me never wake
Sister mischief makes my day, or so she tells me anyway
I find it very hard to say she is lying
And there are things that I would change, but I’ll love her 'til I’m strange
Enough to not care how the months and years are flying
If this is paradise I’m on the wrong side of the wall
The snake is on me, but I find that I don’t care at all
There is no cure, she bleeds me by degrees
My disease
And I hear her rustling in the trees
And I wonder, «Will she come tonight and bring me to my knees?»