See the glazed eyes, Touch the dead skin Feel the cold lips, And know the word Of the hip death goddess Touch my hand and you will grow old Touch my hand your heart will grow cold Come 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 Come and look into my frozen eyes Come and let me free you from my story I am the hip death goddess of your dreams Life isn't all that it seems