Pedalling 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
Is pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
Morse coding signals
They pulsate (They wake me up)
They wake me up (Pulsate)
From my hibernating
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
And 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, I
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him