Galaxy Of The Lost

Hate to think

What would happen if I started to drink like you

Maybe I would

Loosen up

So pour me another gin



Guzzle down

My neck will burn

And as we kiss

And I'm sick in your mouth

I know you want more

Lick my open wounds

And add some ice

And choke on my sick vice

Oh God, the lights are on



Trapped in bed

As the poison slowly creeps

And stops me dead

I should have known

Better than to cave

Into such fantasies



Guzzle down

My neck will burn

And as we kiss

And I'm sick in your mouth

I know you want more

Lick my open wounds

And add some ice

And choke on my sick vice

Oh God, the lights are on



I feel better

Now I've seen you

But deep inside

My bones feel like timber

And I am shaking at the tension

And I will shudder at the mention