Autassassinophilia

Riding on the fine line
Between climax and death
Hitting all the wrong notes
And flirting with the depths

AUTASSASSINOPHILIA
AUTASSASSINOPHILIA
AUTASSASSINOPHILIA
AUTASSASSINOPHILIA

Face to face with the reaper
Staring down his scythe
Kiss him on his toothy mouth
And grab him by his boney prize

AUTASSASSINOPHILIA
AUTASSASSINOPHILIA
AUTASSASSINOPHILIA
AUTASSASSINOPHILIA