• I want not to want these lecherous thoughts
    If I could only leave them all behind
    To treat you with the tenderness I've sought 
    Not to strip sweet fruit to it's bitter rinds

    My scalpel  tongue draws rubies from your skin  
    A shameful feast on such innocent blood
    Starving, lusting, I  lay slave to this sin
    It drowns my will in it's merciless flood

    Victim to me as I am to myself
    Can I ever give up these selfish ways
    Will this be your last chance to save yourself
    Hiding painful scars from earlier days

    Please stop me before my hunger to feed 
    Stop me before  hunger becomes a need