[Verse 1: Daemonum]
Honestly most of my relationships end in the rain on a night so stormy
I don’t know what to say, honestly all these tribulations bore me
Let me apologize again, so you can call it a lie and ignore me
Broken promises, you know the drill, life’s a maze but I’m not trying to be corny
I hate all this arguing and these late nights, I’ll die at forty
But fuck all that, this is a love song, curled up by the dying embers of December
But baby, I’ll seer in that fleur de lis in case you lower to my level and scarlet my letter
Pride and prejudice made lecherous by pestilential perniciousness, you’d be off better
Not associating me with, what I if you told that I’ve liked all your vacation pictures
I’ve read all the treatises of romanticism; I’m an expert with all conversation fixtures
I had half a gut feeling, half a second sense as my pen paused from permeating the poetry—
Guess you could call it a semi-colon kinesthesia
Reading through your flirtations like a cyclopedia
Holding your hand, feeling your pulse—
Hoping to tell the future like I was an old Gypsy woman with one eye and a cataract who has a crystal ball in a road side caravan with a wooden sign
So many one inch punch lines it’s like I’m dismembering fists and clipping em' to a clothes line
At the table with a mermaid, went from slicing sirloin to sliding in bed with a siren, sharing simple serenities with a succulent sea entity
Picturing dinner in the glimmer of Atlantis, wine glasses clinking as we chuckle, watching the night fade away to a gleeful memory
Crawling out of a creaking coffin, going in so hard I forgot to come out, bouts in which dust billows all over the dimmed treasury
Death is chasing me and she followed me to the grave, stuck in this melody, seven handfuls of sin and centuries of extra-sensory ecstasy
I swear when you wave your hair it’s like an empyrean ocean of radiant splendor, but I’m not the enemy honey, I don’t wanna frighten you scarily
I feel like I know you on a spiritual level, oh you come here too? Sweetie, this is the confession of a transgressor, prayer can’t help me, forget the rectory
Our love is off the Richter, heartbeats quaking in my chest cavity, collapsing civilizations in and out like my lungs, with a skull and a feather, mesmerized in my reverie
Sleeping with this succubus has me stuck in stagnant somnolence
Stalking is too strong; I’d prefer it to be known as reconnaissance
I already know all your favorite things, topics, genres and items, you’re always on my mind, and I got to thinking that someone like you is so hard to find
And I would know, I’ve mentally mapped out your daily route, routinely reciting your regular schedule, I’m getting tired of only watching you from behind
I wanna see your pretty face boo, a computer screen can only show me so much, what do you mean you’re someone else’s?
That can’t be, who would be willing to go to that level of audacity as to interfere and take you away from me, don’t make me pluck these petals
Amaranthine apostasy was killing my conscience, you said you wanted it but I really didn’t know
Three in the morning, stop signs to porch lights, holding a blood stained claw hammer, stepping off of the patio
What’s wrong with an obsession?
Vinyl is surrounded by two bodies of more than 60 percent water; guess it would be accurate to call her the isthmus of Madison
I got a habit of inadvertently making a scene, with a steak knife, my blond ex-wife gagged and a bellhop at gun point shuffling out of a Radisson
Hell, the devil may care; being ridiculously lascivious isn’t bad, is it?
[Hook: Daemonum x3]
Love is a game of lascivious espionage and covert affairs, take a lesson from a lecher’s liaison
[Verse 2: JayDayer]
I see you got lady problems Daemonum
Funny, you're talking to the guy that attracts all of them
Bitch after bitch, looking for Jay Dayer from the six
But they're all pissed cause there's only one girl I call my Miss
I call her Kris for short, cause she's 5'4, I'm almost 6
But it's funny, because ironically, she doesn't look up to me
I follow her lead, because every guy needs a dominant she
And that's what I'm gonna help your stalking ass
Take you out the bushes and make you finally talk to that bitch
Yo, I gotta warn you though, watch out for relations-shit
These girls can act evilish but I now you ain't squeamish
Hoes and hookers hook onto you and pull on your hookah, Wanting you to sing 'em hooks before they drag ya
Ass into the bedroom to hook up, back at their joint
Pin you to their blanket like they took up needle point
Then while ya'll fucking, in her man walks, imagine it from his viewpoint
The he get pissed as fuck, grab his gun, but you escaped the gunpoint
Them you call her 2 months later like "Hey, wanna meet up?"
Then news hit you with a clap, she says "I got Gonorrhea"
[Hook: Daemonum x3]
Love is a game of lascivious espionage and covert affairs, take a lesson from a lecher’s liaison
[Verse 3: VinylZombie_MCR]
Yeah I’ll be the first to say it
There’s nothing wrong with what you’re saying
I know this is unforeseen
Especially from me
But over the years I’ve had some deranged dreams
Once upon a time I met chicanery
Had to become a master of furtivity
Took one down to the abandoned citadel
And rendezvoused with the other in hell
I’ll admit at first I was a bit aghast
But this idiosyncrasy has been proving to last
Before I knew it I was plunging headfirst
But there’s something heart-stopping about beating into dirt
Both of them were clueless, like a babe in the woods
Yeah, neither of them had any falsehoods
Outsiders were pretty disconcerted
And so I alerted, them of my mislaid aggressiveness
But I don’t give a damn what others prophesize
Why can’t they just let us skim through our lives?
They don’t see the starlight after just one look
Sorry, one just got home, gotta watch from a bush
