You are the melting men
You are the situation
There is no time to breathe
And yet one single breath
Leads to an insatiable desire
Of suicide...in s**
So many blazing orchids
Burning in your throat
Making you choke
Making you sigh
Sigh in tiny d**hs
So melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!
You are the melting men
And as you melt
You are beheaded
Handcuffed (in lace and blood and s**m)
Swimming in poison
Gasping in the fragrance
Sweat carves a screenplay
Of discipline...and devotion
Chorus
Can you see?
See into the back of a long, black car
Pulling away from the funeral of flowers
With my hand between your legs
Melting... sevrin