Lethal Exposure - Patient Zero

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.