Nomadically I scavange.
A waster amongst waste.
Upon this plateau of ravaged.
Cliffs all around me.
I can't get any higher
Tears in my eyes
Tainted with desire
Prisoner to this walless cell
This disease called 'instinct'
I can't help myself
A beacon boldens upon the sunset
I hurt for its figure and its silouhette
Now, for the first time in my life
I see more than whats on the outside
For so long temptations left me blind
From this lust and dusgust I must rise
And suppress this driving force
To the point where it leaks from my pores
Despite the pain and the urge I contain
I refuse to be what I was again
I've ripped the stem
I've picked the petals
I've watched the beauty
Whither and dry
I've ripped the stem
I've picked the petals
I've watched the beauty
Shirvel and die
Anyone can kill a field of flowers
But who can sit and just watch one grow?
