the other one feeds on my hesitation
crawls inside my trepidation
buries his claws in my dislocation
whispering me to lose control

I take a step and over my shoulder
his raw, white eyes shine wide and bold
his snow white thighs press close and cold
murmuring me to let him go...

to let him go...

the other one thrives on my desperation
fills me up with my intoxication
sinks his teeth in my deviation
softening me to lose control
I hold my mouth and taste his breath
hissing, breathing up the scent
snakes itself inside my head
sickening me to let him go...
to let him go... to let him go...

I take a step and over my shoulder
his pained white eyes shine wide and bolder
the same white thighs press close and colder
murdering me to let him go...

I try to resist the bruise of kiss
I twist to deny the blood of bliss
but I always feel myself becoming his
and the last thing I remember
it isn't me, it isn't me, it isn't me...
but then, it never is...