• Sick, jaded, deflated
    You turn to me with broken eyes
    Scared, desperate, emaciated
    Darling, don't you realize
    As you struggle to endure
    That I'm the poison; not the cure

    Searching for a vaccine; obscene
    Ringing your bell; unclean
    Falling to the sickness; I witness
    You tearing at your veins; witless
    Taken by my sweet allure
    I'm the poison, dearest
    Not your cure

    I fed you fruit divine
    From the secret forbidden tree
    Made you completely mine
    Slowly dying next to me
    Yet the thought is still obscure
    That I'm the poison; not the cure

    Searching for relief; not grief
    When you come to me; belief
    Falling for the lies; unwise
    Looking for a savior; surprise
    Taken by my sweet allure
    I'm the poison, dearest,
    Not your cure

    All the warmth and joy
    All the happiness in your life
    I drank it up, my little toy
    To turn your fortune into strife
    Tainted by my will, impure
    I'm the poison; not the cure

    Perhaps, it's my own misery
    That drives me to these sins
    But I'm sure I'll not be sorry
    When my verdict has come in
    I drank this dreaded poison
    And died in love's cruel arms
    And now my festering corpse
    Spreads disease and harm

    Taken by my false allure
    I'm the poison, dearest
    And of this I'm sure
    I'm the poison dearest,
    Not the cure