I run my tongue over the stinging knife's edgeTasting metal tinged with deathKnowing soon you'll beSending me six feet underYet somehowI can't help but dance with you tonightEntwine our bodies like threads woven togetherAnd moveLike a moth drawn to your lethal flameKnowingWaitingAlmost wantingTo get my wings singed and cutBut I crave you anywaysBecause baby, I'm insane