They said you were the wicked kind,
With danger in your smile.
They said that you had mastered time,
Could turn it something vile.
They said that you had seen it all,
Through mirrors in your eyes.
That you would push me up against the wall,
And kiss me to demise.
But that's the way I would've chosen,
To let you take me until I'm broken.
They said you were a cold one,
With a heart as dark as death.
From you no good could come,
That you would have my final breath.
But on your lips was fire,
Tamed and haunted.
Consumed by desire,
Their taste was all I wanted.
They said that you were broken,
For you the skies would never open.
So you burned it to the ground, with a deadly passion.
Pierced my heart with sound, an ember in the ashes.
They said that you were damned,
With a wound that would never heal.
They said my blood would stain the sand,
That there was nothing you wouldn't kill.
He's the wicked kind, they said,
With danger in his smile.
He won't miss you when you're dead,
But he'll hold you for a while.