Hunter Sick Rapture

In this world I've made your all mine
Private moves you make I'm shadow behind
Through the panes of glass I see you
With a touch of your flesh I'm in you
You don't know the tortures of the damned
How I long to be with you in hell I am
And with the slightest passing of your scent
Into my own sick rapture I've went
I've got to keep you all for my own
I need your heart your soul your body and your
Bone body and soul
Brooding black eyes I'm hypnotized
The curves of your flesh to flaws I'm blind
Prey you are to me cunning feline
The spell you've cast on me for all time