Your selfishness love’s it’s compassion in your bizarre world of conceit

the essence of your love permeates my soul

I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped

Feelings concealed behind a disguise falling from love those sweet

You’re the essence in love the poem in my heart

my soul has abandoned my body in this dark gaze of ungodliness

when I hear her rebel yell she’ll say jump and I jump like hell

if I tie my feelings to your dreams would you share them

The patrons were waiting for their wings of heaven doves as the bar room

We worship our religious beliefs indoctrinated from birth to believe

Torn from the womb prematurely there were no baby cries

So full of hate your demons of evil they wait for your command and hunger

Bedroom whispers hungers and moans the beauty of your flesh

Lost pages of love torn and tattered empty lines I’ve read