A dystopian paradise, you're both in one
Turning sweet into sour
Reproduced in reverse a delayed reaction
Wandering through the twelfth hour
Looking down from your high tower
Leading me through hell
I keep turning back for more
These desolate declarations I can't ever ignore
Providing constancy, with means to make me stay
I am the vile fragrance of desperation in the cold light of day
And I can't rinse it away fast enough, it's already in
Twisting through the surface
Scorching my skin
Vandalizing my integrity, dividing my mind
These venal words have changed the colour in my eyes
A shade of decept turning my perception dim
Watching myself from the outside as I try to get back in
****** to reiterate yesteryear
Occupied by myth
A ******* hidden in my own body
Glorified
Looking promising but full of lies