Ain't no Genesis in this song - with Indie

You love me like a game of chess
it's all strategy and flirting
only you don't care who wins
as long as you nail the queen
and you already nailed the queen
bittersweet and very keen
without a shadow to define
a place in Genesis
beneath the tree of life

Birth me whole in Eden
take your ribs
and mistake them other hard things
that need just as much attention
you called me a queen
stripped the leaves from my skin
then blamed me for the way
the apple brought you to your knees

In nakedness I am man
in the twilight hermaphrodite
born of sin akin to daemon
lusting for dawn's annihilation    

Rip my soul from my body
and retune it to where it came from
I would rather be dead in His arms
than a pawn in your wicked game
that drips slickly down my thighs
as you seek the mouth of another
before your seed is even dry on my skin

With the evidence of fornications
intoxicating the embryos decadence
lusting for apple, getting a ripe plum
dripping the seeds among twilight's sheaves    
playing check mate with Sodom
but I am the Queen