She moves through moonbeams slowly
She knows just how to hold me
And when her edges soften
Her body is my coffin
I know she drains me slowly
She wears me down to bones in bed

Must be the sign on my head
That says, oh...
Love me dead! Love me dead!

You`re a faith-healer on T.V.
You`re an office park without any trees
Corporate and cold
Gushing for gold
Leave me alone.
You suck so passionately