(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
From my hibernate
Is pagan poetry
Yet to be matched
(This time)
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
[Incomprehensible]
On the surface simplicity
But the darkest pit in me
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
Pagan poetry
Pagan poetry
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
She loves him, she loves him
(And he makes me want to hurt myself again)
(I'm gonna keep it to myself)
But the darkest pit in me
Crooked five fingers
She loves him, she loves him
(And he makes me want to hurt myself again)
They wake me up
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
I find an accurate copy
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
She loves him, she loves him
A blueprint of the pleasure in me
(This time)
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
(I'm gonna keep it to myself)
She loves him, she loves him
A secret code carved
I love him, I love him
He offers a handshake
They pulsate
A secret code carved
On the surface simplicity
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
Morse coded signals
Is pagan poetry
They form a pattern
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
She loves him, she loves him
(Swirling black lilies totally ripe)
[Incomprehensible]
