Saturnus (The Receiving End of Sirens)

I've got this little itch that I'd never learned to scratch It seems that even if I had I'd rather itch than not And the pleasure is the lesser When it giving to the pressure Of an ever growing lust And an always present want All this is yours Heres is your piece of it your part in it Clench your jaws With claws You'll strangle it You'll smother it Damn right I want nothing to do with this No part of it Keep locked your jaws I hope you choke on it I'd fight to the death to keep it This mere fondling is mine all mine (the most subtle of snares) I've cared so much with proving That I've lost all love with proof An ever growing craving For A quickly feel fading I'd trade my soul for a great big hole And a heart to hard to heal The craving grows Fiercer and fiercer it grows My heart is ringing out of tune My heart is ringing out of tune My heart is calling out for you I'm the first to think And the last to drink, Of the words I've heard but rarely think But I've found the well It's mine all mine