SUGAR DON'T TASTE SWEET WHEN IT'S BLACK FROM MISTRUST AND RUST
SUGAR ON ITS KNEES, ON IT'S BACK WITH A PINCH OF LUST

I CAN'T EXPLAIN MYSELF
I WON'T EXPLAIN MYSELF

SAINT PARASITE'S EXQUISITE IN HIS HALLOWEEN ATTIRE- ALL SMILES
THE STAGE IS DRESSED IN SECRETS & THE PAST HAS TAMED HIS TRUST- TOO MUCH

SCRAWLED LIKE TRUTH ON PAPER NOW
SUNG LOUD WITH HONEST FLARE
NO ONE CONNECTS THE VAGUENESS HERE
WITH WHAT HE'S WILLING TO SHARE

BEAUTY RUINED SOLD BACK
KEPT TOMORROW BLIND
DROP IT IN MY OPEN HAND
I'LL KISS IT ONE MORE TIME

I HEARD THEM SAY THEY WISH MORE MEN COULD BE LIKE HIM- A FRIEND
PARADING LIKE A NIGHTMARE MORE STAINED THAN STAINED GLASS DREAM - OBSCENE

I COULD'VE RUINED YOU BUT IT WOULD'VE RUINED ME
CUDDLE UP IT'S DANGEROUS YOU'D LOVE TO SEE ME WINCE
MY PORTRAIT COMES ALIVE AND CLAWS INSISTENT AT ITSELF
CUDDLE UP...
'TIL IT'S HEALED BY TIME'S SOFT MEDICINE UNTIL I HEAL MYSELF

I'M SO OBSESSION PRONE AND HAVE BEEN ALL MY LIFE
CUDDLE UP IT'S DANGEROUS AND CALL ME SAINT PARASITE