you're a slow-acting potion

you draw me in like a tide

you cloud my mind like a fever

you strip away my pride

your voice calls to me from corners where you hide



my world is burning badly borne on your breeze

my head is pounding madly from your sweet disease

i tumble towards the rocks and you control the seas



sweet siren

gas chamber

such a love is this

so poison

so lovely

kill a thousand with a kiss

make it go away

make it go away



i have no expectations

of how this dream will be

i can't tell the nature of the things i'll see

you're the phantom beacon

beckoning to me

she goes in circles come in threes

she coils and hisses at my knees

she's got me walking spanish

and speaking japanese



make it go away

make it go away