Zombie

fiending for a touch from a werewolf man
not a star seeker or fan
but stalking his visions, I become a groupie
more human than human
these lyrics sing to me about a superhuman
and I'm his living dead girl

he sings about the occult but doesn't dabble himself
cock of the walk this god of rock
with his otherworldly presentations, he's slick with it

I went to his concert and of course, I was conjuring
he left the stage and walked down my row
I reached out and touched him
he was hot from the fire onstage and my hands were cold

without the stage makeup, he looked like Jesus
not big man but a look in his eyes say he wields power
seeking him on the atmosphere my soul searches

a touch of a wraith is heavy arousal falling down upon you
sanctity of the flesh, romancing his inner sanctum
boom, boom I'm sliding up the broom

he called for the Raven and Madness
seducing a witch is tricky business
rising to the surface is my most powerful presence, Mr. Zombie is it?
traveling the aether I make my greetings
off the chart seeking sensations, a little dizzying spell
to knock you off your feet

pleasuring the principle of your lust
I take taxes relax it's just sex though
enter your passion I inspire with just a caress

alone in the darkness, I can dream
visions of us discussing philosophy
with the knowledge of magic,

I know he's employing it with his music
some of it quite corrupt
and I can guarantee you
he would not distress the restless spirits
unless he knew what he was doing