Pagan Poetry 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 (signals) They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (pulsate) from my hibernating
On the surface simplicity
Swirling black lilies totally ripe But the darkest pit in me It's pagan poetry Swirling black lilies totally ripe Pagan poetry
Swirling black lilies totally ripe ....
I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him I love him, I love him She loves him, she loves him
This time She loves him, she loves him I'm gonna keep it to myself She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him This time I'm gonna keep me all to myself She loves him, she loves him And he makes me want to hurt myself again She loves him, she loves him She loves him, she loves him And he makes me want to hurt myself again