More Wicked Than Not

Eyes of black and arms of Moses
Kiss of death from lips of roses
For her I fall down to my knees
Unseen she glides above the trees
Finally it’s me
She’s coming to see
More wicked than not
She’d see me rot
Than ever make love to me
As a child I’d watch her feed
Ooh she knows I love to bleed
For her just a little handful
Blood and cherries under full moon
Finally it’s me
She’s coming to see
More wicked than not
She’d see me rot
Than ever make love to me
For a kiss I’d offer my teeth
With dark embrace we finally meet
Skin so cold it burns like fire
As she lays me down in mire