The Clay People - We Are All Sick lyrics

Candles burning Incense lit I put you on a shrine An altar You made this little hell I love You wore that cross so well I want you I will have you Just to possess We are all sick... Things done at night My skin cold as ice Tampering with our spirits They're tampering with our minds We realize, we realize That we know our kind A little love rhyme... A little love crime Die for me I would die for you My pretty little thing Androgynous All dressed in your black You know what drives me We are all crazy Smoke swirls The many images of your pleasures I'm grinning at the breaking Of your spirit Come My body's numb