Georgie the Parasite

I read your mind and snapped your garter
Hung your conscience high up from the tallest tree
'Cause I refuse to be a martyr to your wicked cause

When fall upon my knees
I'd rather creep inside your igloo
Sample fifteen kinds of snow
Until I'm foaming like the hound
That haunts your hall

I've spent too long on fences
'Round your cold infected heart
And spinning ribbons in your hair
And I'm aware you never cared
Cared at all

I'm feeding feeding feeding on you