As I cough out fire. You're lighting up. And you burn me with every maybe. And I cut the chords and I break the locks. But I'm powerless in your slavery. And I curse this hell. And I hate your guts. And I swear I will pay for this craving never again. But we'll be making love like savages. I'll lick the poison from right off your kiss. Fall on rosy thorns for a taste of lethal bliss. Oh we'll be making love like savages. Savages. Savages. As I choke on flames. You light up your torch. Each of my defeats is your victory. And I walk barefoot on a field of swords. You have mastered the art of cruelty. And I curse this hell. And I hate your guts. And I swear I'll dance with the devil never again. But we'll be making love like savages. I'll lick the poison from right off your kiss. Fall on rosy thorns for a taste of lethal bliss. Oh we'll be making love like savages. Savages. Savages. Savages. Savages