Sweet Antiseptic Of The Mind

One look at you and I can tell
You can bring me a lot of trouble
But with that smile baby
You can drive me to the sword
Now I'm not tying to sound so anti-optimistic
I'm just an apocalyptic realist
With a touch of romantic cyanide
Don't worry about the details
I don't care about the retails
All I need is you at my side
I'll gladly fall on your blade
Over and over again
Just whisper a sinful tale
With a feeling you know so well
Let's trick my heart to the beat
Of your swollen drumming feet
Close your eyes so it's hard to tell
The minutes passing by so well.