La Petite Morte - Blood On The Dance Floor

Do you know what the french call an orgasm

La Petite Morte, The little death

Let’s die a little

Any last words?

The feeling of mortality is locked in your grip

I can feel my life sinking as it’s starting to slip

An ultimate universe, delicious and dark

So open up your mind and take your car out of park

Look into the mirror and tell me what do you see

The other side is staring back at you and me

This burning pain we’ve gotta take in death

Love me till you take out my last dying breath

Hear the voices of the lost souls calling

Succumb so sweetly as your heart rate’s falling

Swim the ocean to the darkest depths

Get closer and closer and closer to death

I will be your little death

Wrap your hands around my neck

Every little touch brings me closer to death

Open up and suck out my last dying breath

You can never use me

You can never abuse me

Life is beginning to slip away

Devine sintervention

La Petite Morte

I wanna know what’s under that filthy dress

Don’t you wanna touch my evil creeping flesh

Put your lips on my vain

And your hands around my neck

Take me to a place I haven’t been to yet

I’ve gotta warn you, this is a suicide

To take my middle finger for a fucking ride

Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you close your eyes

Because you’re more alive right before you die

I will be your little death (Fuck me, daddy)

Wrap your hands around my neck

Every little touch brings me closer to death

Open up and suck out my last dying breath

You can never use me

You can never abuse me

Life is beginning to slip away

Devine sintervention

La Petite Morte

Take my life slice by slice

I’ll be your sweet murder

Sex and death, breath by breath

Orgasmic revelation

I will be your little death

Wrap your hands around my neck

Every little touch brings me closer to death

Open up and suck out my last dying breath

You can never use me

You can never abuse me

Life is beginning to slip away

Devine sintervention

La Petite Morte

Orgasmic revelation