Siouxsie and the Banshees Melt

You are the melting men You are the situation There is no time to breathe And yet one single breath Leads to an insatiable desire Of 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 men And as you melt You are beheaded Handcuffed (in lace and blood and sperm) Swimming in poison Gasping in the fragrance Sweat carves a screenplay of discipline