To kiss or to kill, to marry or bury?
Ring on a finger or knife to the throat?
The dizzying dance of the thirsty

A crooked finger beckons slyly
A hidden knife to sugarcoat
To kiss or to kill, to marry or bury?

It’s hot, hungry, and lusty
But real affection? Just a mote
The dizzying dance of the thirsty

It’s a lure to the broken hungry
The dangerous grinning gloat
To kiss or to kill, to marry or bury?

The pursuit for blood, for heat, for sanity
“Who did this?” the obsessive growled quote
The dizzying dance of the thirsty

Fans scream “kiss!” the baffled shout “therapy!”
But in the end, what sells more is what’s wrote
To kiss or to kill, to marry or bury?
The dizzying dance of the thirsty