WITHIN THE DRUG

Oh what pretty petals
but poison thorns.
Poison thorns...

Crafted into the crown
that I wore.
And I want more...

All these violent dreams tuned way beyond-
I can't find your heart inside this storm-

Oh what pretty emotion
you camouflage.
You chameleon...

Your queen is where your coward is

Within the drug
Amygdala...

All these past reflections love to haunt...
I can't tap into Your

Vi bra tion-