Ribs were cages
For thee embedded demons
And so I tell you, I'm living for ages
A foe, a friend all scented like fresh-baked salmons
You aim for justice yet you are blinded by lies
Magic of love? All are beautiful cliches but innocent milady
Fooled, manipulated like a hand throwing its dice
A guinea pig of wonderland all ye have is celery
Wake up young man, ye need to face reality
What a beautiful paradise of darkness
Thus can't be seen by bare eyes
Neither a key of likeliness
But a mind to solve heart-warming ties
This ain't just flowers of moe
Like a garden with flowery phrase
Shout in grief; You who has debt of owe
Else I wouldst cut ye mouth thus blood pourin' out of praise
Electrifies ye mourning; Taking the godst of charmness at peace.
