Psychic Graveyard - Mom is With the Crystals Lyrics

I want to find you attractive
But your parents are thieves
I find it addictive
And the cheapest way to grieve

What do I taste like?
What do I feel like?
How do I look through the pollution of your breath?

Your love is too possessive
You're an insect that feeds
I find you aggressive
But the bite marks never bleed

What do I taste like?
What do I feel like?
How do I look through the amusement of my stress?

I see you as a crisis actor
In the starring role of my disaster

What does he taste like?
What does he feel like?
What will you do, to stage my f*cking death?