Dinnertime

Ooh, I want to touch your heart
I want to lick your soul
Want to feel your blood run through my veins, feel your blood run cold
You know that I'm no good
I lack self-control
Don't want a little kiss on the lips, I want to eat you whole

Ooh, somebody lock me up
And throw the key away
There's no need to look so scared, I just want to play
You know you're just too good
Your looks cause me pain
And I know the only want to cure me is to eat your brain

And now i'm sitting here in a small dark room where the walls are soft
And I've got my own toilet, which I guess is nice
And no-one ever comes to visit me
Except for mister johnson trying to figure out
What's wrong with my head
With my head
With my head
WIth my head
With my head