well i am dead she walks into a burning room smells of roses and perfume and in a transcendental way she is lingerie and as she sits upon my bed her legs are dangling off the edge and in a twilight near and far she is strumming my guitar slowly receding yeah slowly receding yeah well i wanted what i wanted what i wanted the sweet satisfaction well i wanted and i feel it i feel it well i feel it legs of evil well i need it and in her head she is so perpetual she is dancing with my soul and on the carpet of my floor shes a deadly carnivore we are singing in a slur while she wears a coat of fur ripened is her shes a garden of slowly receding yeah slowly receding yeah  and i wanted what i wanted what i wanted oh vicious as a hell cat well i wanted and i feel it well i feel it well i feel it oh dark as hell and heaven oh well i need it