Lethal Exposure

You're the arsenic in my coffee tonight,
I put my hands on your hips,
Kiss me and hold me tight,
With strychnine on your lips.

Chemical baby,
Poison bloom,
Courting death for a lethal exposure.

You make me feel so alive,
You're the smoke in my lung,
For all the plans I contrive,
You choke me out with your tongue.

You're like ethylene you know,
Sugar sweet and so slow,
Like a nicotine high,
Here's cyanide in your eye.