Pedalling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure, in me
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
A secret code carved
He offers, A handshake
Crooked, five fingers
They form a pattern
Yet to be matched
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morsecoding signals
They pulsate and wake me up
From my hibernate
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe
...
This time
I'm gonna keep me to myself
This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
And it makes me want to hand myself over
And it makes me want to hand myself over...
