Voodoocult Death Don't Dance With Me
(m: boa/ ball; t: boa)
Death don’t dance with me
No! Look me straight into my eyes
Hit and shoot me right into my heart
Don’t play chess - I’m bad in it
Kill the king straight by your heart
Don’t play a-round in tactical-circles
Hate me warm and clean fair
Death don’t dance with me
You love me once
I’d love you twice
Death: (fair enough friend, but die on!)
What attracts you is my faible for you
What attracts me is your endless power
And I love your charming ugliness
You have the right to kill me
I have the right for ignoration
Death don’t dance with me
