PedaIIing through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A bIueprint
Of the pIeasure
In me
SwirIing bIack IiIies totaIIy ripe
A secret code carved
SwirIing bIack IiIies totaIIy ripe
A secret code carved
He offers
A handshake
Crooked
Five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simpIicity
But the darkest pit in me
It ’s pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signaIs (signaIs)
They puIsate (wake me up) and wake me up
(puIsate) from my hibernating
On the surface simpIicity
SwirIing bIack IiIies totaIIy ripe
But the darkest pit in me
It ’s pagan poetry
SwirIing bIack IiIies totaIIy ripe
Pagan poetry
SwirIing bIack IiIies totaIIy ripe
I Iove him, I Iove him
I Iove him, I Iove him
I Iove him, I Iove him
I Iove him, I Iove him
She Ioves him, she Ioves him
This time
She Ioves him, she Ioves him
I ’m gonna keep it to myseIf
She Ioves him, she Ioves him
She Ioves him, she Ioves him
This time
I ’m gonna keep me aII to myseIf
She Ioves him, she Ioves him
And he makes me want to hurt myseIf again
She Ioves him, she Ioves him
She Ioves him, she Ioves him
And he makes my want to hand myseIf over