The only way to get through with hearts and wrists intact is...

! BANG BANG !

Drop Dead

Psycho thoughts in your head

Hope your running

Hope your scared

All your secrets lay down bare.

Your running, screaming.

The walls are pulsing, bleeding.

Supersonic hearing, your rapid breathing.

Lack of oxygen, bodies heaving.

Passionate desire, loss of control

The web of lies, start to unrol

Shadows entwined, reflected up the wall

Moaning and groaning, we start to fall.

Never losing sight of our wants

Two minds always working as one

Eyes locked, this is how it's meant to be

Your seductive whisper, excites me

Pathetically beautiful, 'Bite Me.'