I will take your bar like vision
And strangle it with my hair
The magazines of the promised land
Is the monster 'neath the stairs
I impress your dainty figure with a solid moonlight twist
I do the velvet tango then cut open your wrists

Lock the golden cellars
Put a padlock on your heart
Feel the pulse of misery
Before your brain begins to scar

Rush the ward, his paycheck
To scrub the prison cells
The creaking of the floor boards is my own personal hell
I'll shove my Gucci claws into your softly peppered eyes
The only way our programmed is to schedule your demise