ANTI-LOVE Your voice makes me sick, Your laughter makes me faint, Your touch feels like a kick, Your jokes put me in pain. You're my anti-love and I'm stayin' with you, 'Cos it's hate, hate, hate that I'm stickin' to. Your kisses feel like bites, Your petting leaves me scratched, You're ruining my nights, My wounds are crudely patched. You're my anti-star and I'm fuckin' you, 'Cos it's pain, pain, pain that I'm stickin' to. Your eyes are empty and black, Your playful fingers got claws, Your smile is just like crack, You could eat me raw. You give me a thrill, and that's what I give to you, 'Cos we're dead, dead, dead, and that's the only truth.