Siouxsie & The Banshees

You are the melting man
You are your situation
There is no time to breathe
And yet one single breath
Leads to an insatiable desire
Of suicide... in sex
So many blazing orchids
Burning in your throat
Making you choke
Making you sigh
Sigh in tiny deaths
So Melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!
You are the melting man
And as you melt
You are beheaded
Handcuffed in lace, blood, & sperm
Swimming in poison
Gasping in the fragrance
Sweat carves a screenplay
Of discipline... and devotion
So Melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!
Can you see?
See into the black of a long, black car
Pulling away from a funeral of flowers
With my hand between your legs
Melting...