Pagan poetry

Pedalling through<br>The dark currents<br>I find<br>An accurate copy<br>A blueprint<br>Of the pleasure<br>In me<br><br>Swirling black lilies totally ripe<br>A secret code carved<br>Swirling black lilies totally ripe<br>A secret code carved<br><br>He offers<br>A handshake<br>Crooked<br>Five fingers<br>They form a pattern<br>Yet to be matched<br><br>On the surface simplicity<br>But the darkest pit in me<br>It`s pagan poetry<br>Pagan poetry<br><br>Morsecoding signals (signals)<br>They pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up<br>(pulsate) from my hibernating<br><br>On the surface simplicity<br>Swirling black lilies totally ripe<br>But the darkest pit in me<br><br>It`s pagan poetry<br>Swirling black lilies totally ripe<br>Pagan poetry<br><br>Swirling black lilies totally ripe<br>....<br><br>I love him, I love him<br>I love him, I love him<br>I love him, I love him<br>I love him, I love him<br>She loves him, she loves him<br><br>This time<br>She loves him, she loves him<br>I`m gonna keep it to myself<br>She loves him, she loves him<br>She loves him, she loves him<br>This time<br>I`m gonna keep me all to myself<br>She loves him, she loves him<br>And he makes me want to hurt myself again<br>She loves him, she loves him<br>She loves him, she loves him<br>And he makes me want to hurt myself again