Kiss of Death, I will not visit you again.
I will not stand at your door
And wonder what it is that holds me back from taking all your ideas into my mind and
giving myself to you.
I am out of the doorway.
I have turned around and ran.
I'm on to you,
Kiss of Death
You flowery, showy hibiscus
With your sharp, teethy leaves
Your empty words and black-hole solace
Prayers that you offer sound like death
Because they are death
Why was I so fooled?
Because I hoped that it were true
I wish our love would have been right
I wish I could please all the religious people,
But they don't know the whole story, do they, Kiss of death. They don't know all the things that happened in our marriage bed, do they, Kiss of death. They weren't there when you slammed me with your fist. They weren't there when you humiliated and shamed my daughter over and over and a hundred times over for every move she made. You cursed us and not blessed us.
You cause our son to hate his own sister. You cause people to misjudge me and not be on my side. You smooth, charming huge flower of hibiscus, you morbid Dracula, how happy you sometimes seem, but unfortunately, it is not ever true.
I am sad for you, but I will not return to you, O kiss of death.
I will not stand at your door
And wonder what it is that holds me back from taking all your ideas into my mind and
giving myself to you.
I am out of the doorway.
I have turned around and ran.
I'm on to you,
Kiss of Death
You flowery, showy hibiscus
With your sharp, teethy leaves
Your empty words and black-hole solace
Prayers that you offer sound like death
Because they are death
Why was I so fooled?
Because I hoped that it were true
I wish our love would have been right
I wish I could please all the religious people,
But they don't know the whole story, do they, Kiss of death. They don't know all the things that happened in our marriage bed, do they, Kiss of death. They weren't there when you slammed me with your fist. They weren't there when you humiliated and shamed my daughter over and over and a hundred times over for every move she made. You cursed us and not blessed us.
You cause our son to hate his own sister. You cause people to misjudge me and not be on my side. You smooth, charming huge flower of hibiscus, you morbid Dracula, how happy you sometimes seem, but unfortunately, it is not ever true.
I am sad for you, but I will not return to you, O kiss of death.
