Get out of my head so I can go to sleep.
It's time for bed but I keep on stalling.
You are the wolf who helps me count my sheep.
You bring to light my hidden dark desires.
Those perversions I try to keep at bay.
All dirty things my appetite requires.
You free my beast and turn him out to play.
As he runs the spring gets wound up tightly.
The tension built will have to be released.
Seems it's an event that happens nightly.
Laying in the dark and stroking the beast.