Black Snake Voodoo Hiss - Chemlab

I’ll scan for you in infra-red

Unleash the hunger in your head

Catch a steel low-engine whine

Along the sweating curve of your spine

'Cause it’s not really fun

'Til electricity hums and

Gets us shivering shuddering shaking

Come all undone

On the lip of the whispering night

Your little moth wings come alight

I got my fork and my knife

Cut myself a sweaty slice

Dropped my blackened spoon

I’ve got a taste for you

You better run for your life

I’ll take a slice off the back

Your oil-slick black eyes rainbow shimmer

Halo of fire flicker glitter and glimmer

Drag your lo-light drapes around me Winking satellites surround me I embrace your tender fracture

(You're) my particular spectacular

I got my fork and my knife

Cut myself a sweaty slice

Drop my blackened spoon

I’ve got a taste for you

My teeth incising for a bite

You better run for your life

I’m hacking into you tonight

Ball-gag leather-tight

Spat out, shat out

Last page torn out

Worn out turned down

Turned on and turned out