A sun filled extravagance hears the sheep
Heard for eternity in the deep
Becoming a withering item of incompetence
Waves of endearment fell to the disease the must be cleansed

Violet, oh Violet, you've seen my arch crumble in despair
Leave on interaction, in bloodlust over here
Hear me love a stronger heart in this realm of sorrow before the tastes sends me to the chair

Shifted in triumph from knees that fell
Cynical pleasures, or so I could tell
Immaculate nights, and the wind has picked up again