Hold me close dear,
Warm me over a candle,
And inject me into your veins,
So much like a wicked liquid love,
So close to poisoning you,
So close to eating you alive.

And if given the chance I would contaminate you,
And I would trick my way into your veins,
And seep into your heart, through out your body,
Turn you to cold.
I would fill your mind with thoughts of darkness, of death.
Yet in the stillness you would scream for my venomous love,
In the silence I would sing to you and your loneliness.

Come close and listen.
Given the chance I would contaminate you,
Given the chance, oh just one nice shot,
Given the chance I would be your heroin,
I would be your skies, your nights, your breath.
Give the chance I would be your death.

And I will hold you in my arms,
When it becomes too much for your body,
When the poison is just too much,
When I have finally taken over.
I will hold you, and I will watch,
As your soul drifts away.

Give me the chance, and I will destroy you