Your eyes are darker than the dead of night
Where's your courage when you need it most?
Still hanging on a memory between the present and the 
past
This fantasy is bringing me down, down
Forever your pleasure my love

In your voice I hear a jealous pride
I no longer recognize

I've got an aching hunger, won't you help me feed it? 
Help me feed it
(I've got an aching hunger and it's one I can't deny)
I've got an aching hunger, won't you help me feed it?
Help me feed it
(A passion for perfection drives me on to die)

Torn asunder on a crimson tide, 
I let you play your wicked game
Dress me up and leave me here to die
as in the final masquerade
Don't lie to me, I know who I am
Forever this pleasure is mine