Pedalling through the dark currents, i find an acuurate copy. A blueprint of the pleasure in me. Swirling black lilies totally rype a secret code, carved swirling black lilies totally ripe he offers a handshke, crooked five fingers They from a pattern yet to be matched. On the surface simplicity, but the darkest pit in me its pagan poetry. morsecoding signals (signals) they pulsate (wake me up) and wake me up (pulsate) from my hibernating. On the surface simplicity but the darkest pit in me its pagan poetry, 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) i gonna keep in to myself (she loves him she loves him she loves him she loves him) this time and he make me want to hurt my self again (she loves him she loves him she loves him she loves him) and he makes me want to hurt myself again.