Twisted mister crystal
Fuel my fire with your bright light
Let your piston-fisted pistol
Shoot white heat up me tonight
In dark corners make our dwelling
Out of hope and hunger's reach
Clinging to the underbelly
By the skin of rotting teeth
Hold me harshly from existence
Let your sewer flood my sea
Whilst the city holds cold distance
From its harmed humanity
And now he has me in his tightened grip
And now I fear I've got myself a taste
I sense my wretched soul begin to slip
And feel my feeble body start to waste
So you danced me through the night time
And you dragged me through the day
Deep into another night time
Where I didn't want to play
And you raped me in the gutter
Swept my senses from the shelf
With the shards of broken clutter
Which I used to call myself
For now he has me in his tightened grip
And now I fear I've got myself a taste
I sense my wretched soul begin to slip
And feel my feeble body start to waste
The claustrophobic walls are closing in
I feel him hold me hard and trap me tight
He opens me, as every sordid sin
Begins to make my soul its home tonight