funny how true colours shine in darkness ﹠ in secrecy .. if there were scarlet flags they washed out in the mind of me

baby said, let me taste your silhouette .. you can talk between my legs

my devils whisper in my ear, deafening me with all my fears .. i'm living in a nightmare

we're going down in a blaze of glory .. one tragic end to a million stories

everything that is golden .. is buried deep in ground eroded

you're tending to some flowers that have long ceased to bloom, the fresh smell of cinnamon enlightens all the gloom. is that what you hang on to ?

paint me with a brush of gold .. paint my portrait before i go

he who bears the weight of memory .. is destined to shoulder the burden of truth