Tekster: Otep. Smash the Control Machine. Sweet Tooth.

I swear by my sin loving soul
I can taste your sins all over me

I see the broken angels with splintered halos
I'm the serpent swallowed by the sun
My gentle obsession with corrupt nutrition
I can taste the madness dripping from your tongue

Between the spaces to scratch the itch
My sins of excess prove to me that I exist
My lips drip secrets of the flesh
They fold into a blade and beg make me wet

I can't help myself, sweet tooth
Seduced by my obsession I'll build my own religion
So I can taste the secret places that set you on fire

Honey, you are my favorite, most dangerous fascination

Tempt me devil, teach me what you think I need
Her fingers are Caesar, slowly conquering me
We move like Buddhas, twisted in a silent scream
Our souls explode and merge with the Shiva frequency

The meat is sweet, is it love or is it lies?
To burn in the heat of the fire in her eyes
My lips drip a soft song of love and flesh
That folds into blade and begs make me wet

I can't help myself, sweet tooth
Seduced by my obsession I'll build my own religion
So I can taste the secret places that set you on fire

Tempt me, teach me, feed me, heal me
I feel like being bad
The tyrant of my desire, a blushing rosebud begging to be plucked

I feel like being inside you, baby, it was an atomic testing site
Explosive corrosive but oh, what a delight
They say the body's a temple and desires a sacrifice
And devils speak, angels weep for my scared appetite

Seduced by my obsession I'll build my own religion
So I can taste the secret places that set you on fire
Explosive, corrosive but oh, what a delight
Devils speak angels weep for my sweet tooth's sacrifice

Take my temperature, baby, this is what you taste like
When our souls collide I can conquer everything that defeats me in life

Feed me, eat me, drink me
Promise me that I'll never be bored and I'll be yours tonight
And this is what you taste like
And this is what you taste like