In the castle of darkness I see a fairy vision,
at the point of the knife seeking his salvation.
Lips whitened insatiably want more,
many, many, many, many more.
Chorus:
Electrocution, electrocution,
you're trapped in unreal smoke.
Electrocution, electrocution,
You fall from the sky with smeared makeup.
This, this, this is electrocution.
A murderously gorgeous dance of wandering furniture,
You think you're taking off but you're quickly behind.
Lips whitened insatiably want more,
many, many, many, many more.