Pee Wee King & Golden West Cowboys Follow

In my dreams dressed in black
He speaks in a language only I can understand

His hands are warm, his breath is hot
He is the horrible pain, within my heart
My religion, my sanctuary, my church
My sacrifice, my confession
My exorcism, my worship in progress

I have no other lover now, until forever
He is magic and when he kisses me
I can taste him on my lips like an elixir
Far from innocent, he is pure evil

A sinners prayer, a saints desire
For him, I would walk through fire
For him I have walked through fire

To draw him, I want so bad
One gift, I'll never have
He drives a stake into my soul
Makes me bleed, makes me whole
Drinks me, devours me, intoxicates me
With his love, hate, devotion and faith

As beautiful as Jesus Christ
He is as brutal, as the depths of hell
In my dreams, I press my mouth against his
And I feel heaven, horror, terror

He looks at me with that look
I call it his serial killer look
Like he wants to fuck me
And kill me all at the same time
It scares me, it turns me on

His eyes are brown
His stare is intense meaningful, powerful
Maybe that's why he's so fuckin' scary
Because he means it

Sometimes he tells me, he loves me
As he looks at me with that look
Sometimes he doesn't have to

I've never felt a man look at me like this
It's almost creepy , uncomfortable, sexy
I guess I know he could never
Really chop off my hands

Or could He?

In my dreams dressed in black
He speaks in a language only I can understand