© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
Luscious vampires with video teeth want me to smell their art, want me
to fall at there feet and pledge eternal now, want me to write and then
act my part, want me to ride to Hollywood on there sacred cow, and I
suffer to confess that I cant resist, I’ll expose the vein; circuit for the
electric wine, I’ll take the kiss from lips shaped like a fist, I’ll take your
desperation and let you make it mine.
She had hair like a question mark eyes like a quotation, and I wanted
her so bad I memorized her lines, but I was just a can of pepper spray in
the purse of sensation, I used to read her lips now I paint her signs,
hideous test tube baby personality, I’m trying to figure out how to
match the color of my lust to her pride, but she crashes every time I hit
the F 1 key, the truth is just a map that can lead you back to where she
There’s some kind of switch in her she calls love, but it ain’t the kind
that rhymes with above, the machine of her broadcasts the flesh of
heaven’s whore, she pretends sold out just to keep you wanting more,
she can make your hunger more appetizing than your meal, she’ll make
you believe that only the things you’ve forgotten are real, and you may
think you can get away with a look but don’t touch, but that’s just the
perfect limp to fit her crutch.