I'll scan for you in infra-red Unleash the hunger in your head Catch a steel low-engine whine Along the sweating curve of your spine 'Cause it's not really fun 'Til electricity hums and Gets us shivering shuddering shaking Come all undone On the lip of the whispering night Your little moth wings come alight I got my fork and my knife Cut myself a sweaty slice Dropped my blackened spoon I've got a taste for you You better run for your life I'll take a slice off the back Your oil-slick black eyes rainbow shimmer Halo of fire flicker glitter and glimmer Drag your lo-light drapes around me Winking satellites surround me I embrace your tender fracture (You're) my particular spectacular I got my fork and my knife Cut myself a sweaty slice Drop my blackened spoon I've got a taste for you My teeth incising for a bite You better run for your life I'm hacking into you tonight Ball-gag leather-tight Spat out, shat out Last page torn out Worn out turned down Turned on and turned out