Feasting With Panthers - Marc Almond, Michael Cashmore

I live for the spark of the thrill

As my lovers move in for the kill

As I fall for the curse of the charms

To feel teeth in my neck

The bruises I get

Are lest I forget

I’m part of a feast

The meeting of beasts

I just want to die in their arms

Smiling

Smiling

I watch out for the narrow of eyes

Deliciousness of little lies

In trouble I fight to survive

It’s so hard to believe

Love’s not as it seems

When dark eyes they gleam

I pray no help comes

To save me from the fun

As I wait to be eaten alive

Still smiling

Smiling

I’m feasting with panthers

I’m dining with tigers

I don’t care if I live or I die

For the moment

Lithe and luscious of limb

Like an angel stepped out of a hymn

Starved, mean and razor blade thin

Truth wrapped up in sin

A shiver runs down my back

As they move in to make their attack

The joy of surrender excites me

Seduced by the stories of chance

Spun in a delirious dance

In the wickedness of the romance

When in frenzy they start to devour

It’s unclear who’s the one with the power

Pushed aside all the manners they lack

They consume me

They consume me

Still smiling

Smiling

My heart is a splintered crystal

The assassin aims true his pistol

Each bullet made lethal with lies

Cruel games with no end

Let my broken heart mend

Cold fingers dig deep in my heart

My riches begin to depart

As I try to escape my demise

But oh no not really

I’m smiling

As the panther is making his call

It’s a funeral for my self-respect

A solemn parade for my soul

As the keeper he comes to collect

And my tears once again

Start to fall

Payment for pleasure

I’m feasting with panthers

I’m dining with tigers

I don’t care if I live or I die

I’m feasting with panthers

I’m dining with tigers

I don’t care if I live or I die

I’m feasting with panthers

I’m dining with tigers

I don’t care if I live or I die

Until the next feeding time

I won’t be smiling

I won’t be smiling

Smiling