It's how I love the feeling   Of sex and desperation   Lose the pace, jam the legs   Panoramic lip gestation      That mutilation reeks of sex   Take that hemorrhage to my temple   That's why I love to smell the sex   In every heartbeat, killer      My lips don't work with vision   But my hips can't live without it   Danger, danger, just don't give into strangers   Selling blood that melts my likes      K I S S or K I L L   K I S S or K I L L   K I S S or K I L L   K I S S or K I L L      You're not quite immune like a heartache   But that's quite a catch   That's not like that   Creates that mechanism      To save us from the stench   Of selling poisons door to door   With blood that melts your hearts      Please just be my Chloe   If you'll be my Chloe   Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell   If you'll be my Chloe   Then I'll be your Jacob      If you'll be my Chloe   Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell   If you'll be my Chloe   Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell      If you were a kitten   Then they would skin you softly   That's how the ingrates   Keep throwing a second guessing      The blood feud, fued