If I stalked you would you mind?
If I crept up from behind?
Took you to my secret lair?
If I stalked you would you mind?
If I crept up from behind?
Took you to my secret lair?
Tied you up with strands of hair?
Lightly stroke your milk white face,
We are life’s disgrace,
I will wear this mask and roam these halls,
a stranger clinging to these walls,
I lift your shirt and smell your skin,
a furnace burning deep within,
You stare at me,
and scream,
and scream,
I’ve tied you up with strands of hair,
this is a life of deep despair,
I’ll remove all of your clothes,
Your burning scent to fill my nose,
Sitting there with outlined eyes,
I will absently ignore you cries,
It’s only me i say at last
rejection is an icy blast
I only want to say goodbye