Torture Garden - ...And Hope To Die

"You're the light of my world"
Quoth the moth to the flame
As he flitted about his love
"God above"
Quoth the flame to the moth
"You're everything I dream of"

She's a femme fatale to die for
So be still my beating heart
And arrest my doomed course
For collision with a heavenly vision
I'm colder than ever before

"You glow in me"
Quoth the moth to the flame
As his wings were singed by the heat
"Time to eat"
Quoth the flame to the moth
"Darling you are so sweet"

She's a femme fatale to die for
So be still my beating heart
And arrest my doomed course
For collision with heaven's perdition
I'm colder than ever before

"I burn for you"
Quoth the moth to the flame
And ignited in his flight
"That's alright"
Quoth the flame to the moth
"You render my fire more bright"

She's a femme fatale to die for
So be still my beating heart
And arrest my doomed course
For immolation in hell's catastrophe
The best love of all is agony

Just like at Salem to burn
They fall from disgraceful heights
Dismal stacks of moths blazed black
Lie in pyres of the night
So dazzled and so frazzled
So dead to the world of light
Charred coal is not reborn therefore
Their souls shall be lifted nevermore