the sugar sickness - dead and divine

THE COLD ONLY SERVED ME KEEPING YOU WARM;
ROAMING YOUR BODY LIKE A SERPENT OF SOME FORM.
NOW I AIN'T GOT NOTHING PUMPING THROUGH MY VEINS BUT GASOLINE.
COULD YOU EVER LOVE A MACHINE?
ITS ALL ABOUT DRIVING THE DEMONS IN ME OUT.
ITS HARD TO BE SINCERE WHEN I'M LODGED IN THE JAWS
OF A SHARK. ITS CONSTANTLY REMINDING ME
THAT I LIKE YOU BETTER IN THE DARK.
IF YOU'RE SCREAMING AT THE DRAIN FOR DAYS...
...YOU KNOW ITS LOVE.
AND IF GOD WERE A VILLAIN, HE WOULD BE ME.
I AM A MARTYR WITHOUT BELIEF IN ANYTHING -
SO WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME?
IF COWARDICE RANKS AMONGST ROYALTY THEN
CROWN ME KING. I AM THAT OF DESPERATE, I AM
THAT OF CANCEROUS AND I'M LOVING THIS.
I'VE BEEN SCREAMING AT THE DRAIN FOR DAYS,
MY STOMACH AND I ARE PARTING WAYS...
YOU KNOW ITS LOVE WHEN YOU BEG FOR IT TO STOP