Teasers With Tasers Songtext

Let's just forget that this whole thing is real and I'm a devil talking into your ear.
And maybe in the next life things won't divide but only glue together cause' they were near.
So poke, stab, and choke, feel free to fire at will; it only counts if you can add work with play.
To look is to feel alive but to touch is to die, so don't make a move or they'll come in here and take you away.
Mayday! Mayday! It's coming your way; the fashion's natural but it's never the same.
So I hide my sense in a little brown box inside a wall behind a picture frame.
I'd like to think that we're caressing a bruise from the result of the Fates playing unfair.
I'm rushing blood, rushing blood through your head cause' the contusions you were feeling for weren't ever really there.
Enon gives me a fever.
I thought I saw what was there but I guess I'm coming around.