Temple - Birdeatsbaby

I’m wicked like a stranger crawling over your bed

Wicked like the criminal inside of your head

I’m wicked like the sickness in a cold fever sweat

Wicked like the taste of each and every regret

I’m wicked like the preacher preying on innocence

Fumblin' his creeping fingers under your dress

I’m wicked like the bodies hidden under cement

If my body is a temple, desecrate me

I don’t want nobody else

I’ll be your tiger in a cage

I’m going to keep you to myself

I’m wicked like the serpent coming out of the tree

Whisper in your ear until you wake up and bleed

Wicked like the things I say but I don’t mean

Wicked now I know the devil’s working in me

So wicked that you’ll wake up screaming out my name

Take away your purity and leave you with shame

You know I’ll leave you when I’ve nothing to gain

So baby, if my body is a temple, desecrate me