I lured you with sweet kisses and dry martini,
Your head spun as you got back in the taxi.
As we staggered in the door you fell to the floor,
Paralytic and covered in your vomit.
You awoke to the bells in the chapel of hell,
You awoke bound and gagged with your head in a bag.
Struggling and gnawing and clawing and choking,
You rattled and staggered all withered and haggard.
When I pulled the rag from your mouth,
Help me, save me you did shout.
From my thin dry lips a lizard did hiss,
"Salvation will come in death's slender bliss."
Whimpering as your hands were nailed to the ceiling,
Moaning, "why are you doing this to me?"
She cried out, "have you no feelings?"
I had to explain to her in her pain that this was not me,
And Dr Cyan was not listening to any of her pleas.
Bolting her legs to the beams
I moved from shadows retreat,
Taking orders from my saviour,
Removing every organ that I could eat.
As blood rained down onto my lips,
My conscience did complain,
It told me I was sick
And made me explain,
That Dr Cyan made me do it.
