Ballad of the Hip Death Goddess

See the glazed eyes, Touch the dead skin
Feel the cold lips, and know the warmth of the hip death goddess

Touch my hand and you will know
Touch my hand your heart will grow [bad word] let me take you in my arms
I will keep you safe from all harm

Kiss my lips for they are very nice
Kiss my lips and you will turn to ice
Look at me and I will turn you on
Don't try and think because your mind is gone [bad word] and look into my frozen [bad word] and let me free you from my story
I am the hip death goddess of your dreams
Life isn't all that it seems