The inferno of yellow
Burned everything to ash
When they touched me I gladly left
Knowing the pain of living
I would rather not
The lies of white
Nothing
Nothing is as it seems
Love is never love
Hate never hate
But the torute between was
Buring was real
Lies where the realist thing
Then again there called lies
Wants becomes need
Needs become habits
They feed and breed
There like cancee and rabbits
Habbits turn to addictions
Addictions turn to obsession
Obsessions turn to aggression
Aggression turn to abuse
Who to hurt but myself
Who to damage more then me
Who to cry more tears at night
I choose to lure you to my yellow hell
