Wicked City

I fell in love with a ghost 

he tasted like air 

Smelled of spiders

And ancient attics

Kissed like an apparition 

But rarely got my name right

no one ever accused me of being beautiful 

no one ever accused me of being right 

But they did find out

That I was the reason

For all these bad times

it took a crime to make me smile 

it took a murder to get me 

right down to the bottom of my heart

It took a genocide

To make me scream with joy

I loved a ghost 

and made sure he had a home in Hell

 I'm the waste of a perfectly good alleyway 

I wanted him to haunt my skull

but my fingers wanted something else 

they wanted thick ropes of blood down my chin 

and shredded skin in my valleys 

I wanted Cannibal law

And to eat my enemies and lovers

I am catalyst 

at home in this wicked city 

with the whores and the liars and the Grim Reapers 

The killers and the torturers and the executioners 

I cast the ghosts out

As I cast love out

I am the Wicked they named this place after

They call me the Beast

And tremble at me breath