Late Night, Red Wine Blight

Craving hands carved in my back
 If love was present I'd make it crack
 Cynical tripping from here to there
 It'll turn out less painful if I don't care

 Sweetest dearie
 Mother Mary
 ramble, rumble
 the sanguine stumble

 Discipline
 disciple queen
 smell the pyre
 death rate dire

 I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
 The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
 I need no love to define this climax
 All I need is pure Hollywood hell…

 Love is dead and hate ruins the set
 Eve goes down on the fair Juliet
 Date rape dogma and hell supreme
 I am the artist that paints the extreme…

 Rapping simmer
 always shimmer
 scent the quibble
 always nibble

 Solve the quiz
 with a kiss
 kiss the hustle
 solve the puzzle

 Taste the mire
 lust, desire
 rape and struggle
 finally snuggle…

 I trance in a cynic snakepit eden
 The apple of sin seems so easy to sell
 I need no love to define this climax
 All I need is pure Hollywood hell

 Solve the quiz with a kiss
 kiss the hustle, solve the puzzle…