Wicked Thing

I don’t want to, but I try to
Silence you inside my head
You’re the voice that
Makes me writhe when I’m abed

How you split me with your cunning
Every time while you have fed
You’re the voice that
Colors my entire world red

Wish I could have chosen
But you always win

I can feel you in my bones
I’ll never be alone
Fight tooth and nail
To stop your surfacing

All the while as I protest
I relish your behest
Surrendering
I want to be a wicked thing

I have moments of clarity
But they’re few and far between
You’re the voice that
Pushes cravings so obscene

How you burn me nice and slowly
Pulling tight as any wire
You’re the voice that
Fills me raw with blind desire

Wish I could have chosen
But you always win

I can feel you in my bones
I’ll never be alone
Fight tooth and nail
To stop your surfacing

All the while as I protest
I relish your behest
Surrendering
I want to be a wicked thing

I don’t want to, do I need to?
Easier just to give in
You’re the voice that
Keeps my defense paper thin

How you grip me with your visions
You’re the voice that cuts a grin
All is red now
As you swallow me in sin

Wish I could have chosen
But you always win

I can feel you in my bones
I’ll never be alone
Fight tooth and nail
To stop your surfacing

All the while as I protest
I relish your behest
Surrendering
I want to be a wicked thing

Wicked thing, a wicked thing, a wicked thing
I want to be a wicked thing . .