Pedaling through
The dark currents
I find
An accurate copy
A blueprint
Of the pleasure
In me
A secret code carved, 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 hibernating
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
It's pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
This time
I'm gonna keep it to myself
This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
