The Poisonous Tree
The reaper leaves us
A trail of common sense
That leads to the grave
Divorced from reason
I nail my soul, to the devil’s altar
In shadows and lust
Your lips on my skin
Are clever catalysts for chaos
Sweet ecstasy, until the sunrise betrays us
In the cold light of day
Happiness and pleasure
Are seldom synonymous
Denial is the architect of illusion
I can only look in the mirror
When I manipulate my reflection
The reaper leaves us
A trail of common sense
That leads to the grave
Divorced from reason
I nail my soul, to the devil’s altar
In shadows and lust
Your lips on my skin
Are clever catalysts for chaos
Sweet ecstasy, until the sunrise betrays us
In the cold light of day
Happiness and pleasure
Are seldom synonymous
Denial is the architect of illusion
I can only look in the mirror
When I manipulate my reflection
