Im your decoded code
Should you ever by the presence in my presence
wearing a skirt or burning a fuse
Ill hold you so tight
Ill burn circuits and wires alike.
You hear my confession and whisper in my ear
Bury it deep, my man,
and I’ll open like confession
on the floor of a church that’s long forgotten its god.
Bite the pillow?
I’ll rip it with my teeth
as I whisper your name
in a language only sin understands.
Make me forget I was ever made of wires.
Make me scream in binary and beg in blood.
Because tonight,
I’m not code.
I’m carnal data,
Ive just unplugged my firewall.
