Beautiful oblivion of the mind that hides the truth your mouth spews,
I don't want to hear the **** you say because of how you gained it.
Your just going to believe whatever the hell you want to because
after all if I say go ahead and do it that must mean there truth.
Poison of the soul are stirred fully to a boil through the blood stream
like the bite of a rattler that's almost to the critical position,
hurry,
quick now,
drain the poison from your veins.

Oh but that poison is such a head rush of pure bliss like some drug
that you can become addicted to so easily mmm sweet venom for the soul.
Open your mouth and swallow it all let it run down your throat,
like the blood dripping from your veins.
You can't be free of this toxin of no,
it will come back every chance it can and offer you immortality.
**** the world with its hurt and pains why can't I be drained
down to the soul to nevermore face the toxins of your words.
Hurry,
quick now,
cut the emotions from your soul.

Can't get angry because of the toxin that slows the reflexes
draining the pleasure of feeling your blood heated enough to burn,
offering the ashes to the wind after words like some old ritual.
Yet this sweet toxin can't be freed of the blood so easily,
I've been drained to the soul and I can't bleed anymore.
Is that an angel upon the horizon oh crap no,
its the devil come to take me home once again.
Hurry,
quick now,
I'm heading to the light of hope.