You talk like blood   Drained from what's good   Thick yet so sweet   To the taste we will drink      Warm when inside   Numb when we're warm   Stage left is fear   In the form of a fire      We need to feel so we can remember what it's like   Between the sheets of the inferno's eternal burning thighs   Slit the wrist and watch as I study all the drips   Then we put it back and staple up the vein   Rewriting 'til our death, we write in vain      You talk of tomorrow in such poor form   And sever the letters from which we were born   But if you keep a secret, I'll offer rewards   A bloodless percussive muscle of warmth   Oh baby, react so I can act like a man