Your bite is sick
Your love is lethal
You make me sick
You’re my equal
Attack of the senses,
Games of the Mind.
Unyielding defenses,
I'm no match, no match for your kind.
The taste of your venom,
Is delightfully sane.
The smell of your sadness,,
Makes me wanna, makes me wanna stay.
You told me you loved me,
Yet you fight me all day.
I paid for those horses,
Please don’t laugh, don’t laugh at my hay.
Attack of the sense,
Games of the Mind.
Unyielding defenses,
I’m not match, no match for your kind.
The smell of your stories,
Brings grown men to pray.
As long as you’re laughing,
They'll be there, they’ll be there to stay.
You told them you loved me,
And they bought you a plane.
They took you to Paris,
I wished you had stayed.
ATTACK OF THE SENSES,
GAMES OF THE MIND.
UNYEILDING DEFENSES,
NO MATCH, NO MATCH FOR YOUR KIND.
Your bite is sick
Your love is lethal
You make me sick
You’re my equal
Your bite is sick
Your love is lethal
You make me sick
You’re my equal
credits
from Highly Toxic,
released March 1, 2019
Written by The Fvcking Kittens
Lyrical contribution by Kenneth Sparks.
Track performed by:
Stevan Koye - Guitar/Vocals
Travis Tmoney Tompkins - Bass
Mr. Jobin - Drums
Formed in the fires of Hell's litterbox, crafted with unholy catnip, and produced by no one, these boys are here to bring Rock and Roll BACK FROM THE DEAD.