I’ve got something under my skin
and the itch won’t go away.
It’s my original sin
the poison that I crave.

Come along for the ride
I’d make you feel better.
Cut the rope that I tied 
but then I broke my skin again.

You’ve got me fiending for that first high
but the feeling is not the same.
You’ve got me stealing, killing, I’d die
just to feel you in my veins.

I got your number from a friend
she said you were not something to fuck with.
Such an intoxicating blend
of born again approaching end.

Come along for the ride
I’d make you feel better.
Said goodbye to Mr. Hyde
But then I drank from you again.

Once bitten twice shy she told me
I’d bear my teeth if only
you showed me your unholy,
my unholy, your unholy,

Veins.