Kiss her with those poisoned lips.
I haven't touched them lately but
the taste still burns the back of my throat.

Kiss her with that poison;
with the venom that spoiled me.
It doesn't bother me anymore
because that poison isn't mine.

Sting her with your fingertips;
at first it'll be so gentle she wont notice
but in the end she'll be plastered
like the inside of a breaking house.

Kiss her with those poisoned lips;
I hope she has the antidote.
The prey is always enticed by the show,
she won't realize, but I'll know.