Wee Hours *** The overwhelming essence in my heart
We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe
The sands of time holds our memories of being they
Dancing alone with a love that came and went holding on to nothing endless
Searching for feelings I cannot explain what happens to love when the flame turns dark
Nothing to touch nothing to caress only a void
Imprisoned by a yeaning lust of addiction the hot pipe burns
Euphoria’s Love the needle pinprick possess me as I soar
Our vows were never broken nor the memories
Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
He stares through the cracks with swollen eyes there stands the monster
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
The dance of dreams in harmony as hearts are woven
My Savage Beast **** Deviant lips bittersweet the taste