The Sugar Sickness

THE COLD ONLY SERVED ME KEEPING YOU WARM;
ROAMING YOUR BODY LIKE A SERPENT OF SOME FORM
NOW I AIN’T GOT NOTHING PUMPING THROUGH MY VEINS BUT GASOLINE
COULD YOU EVER LOVE A MACHINE?
ITS ALL ABOUT DRIVING THE DEMONS IN ME OUT
ITS HARD TO BE SINCERE WHEN I’M LODGED IN THE JAWS
OF A SHARK. ITS CONSTANTLY REMINDING ME
THAT I LIKE YOU BETTER IN THE DARK
IF YOU’RE SCREAMING AT THE DRAIN FOR DAYS…
…YOU KNOW ITS LOVE
AND IF GOD WERE A VILLAIN, HE WOULD BE ME
I AM A MARTYR WITHOUT BELIEF IN ANYTHING —
SO WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME?
IF COWARDICE RANKS AMONGST ROYALTY THEN
CROWN ME KING. I AM THAT OF DESPERATE, I AM
THAT OF CANCEROUS AND I’M LOVING THIS
I’VE BEEN SCREAMING AT THE DRAIN FOR DAYS
MY STOMACH AND I ARE PARTING WAYS…
YOU KNOW ITS LOVE WHEN YOU BEG FOR IT TO STOP