The gift of poison
I'm the right mistake
Cruel words can heal me
Touch - a gentle disease
Where skies are green
The gra** burns red
Terminal youth outlives me
Sight - an abstract sense
I'm the worst theory
Your downfall, my majesty
In this restless syndrome
I'll drown the flavours
Such an innocent crime
Taste - my ascending demise
Step outside your comfort zone
Come to meet your best downfall