As the lily slowly withers
Gathering ants make their move
Your faceless venom
Mixes with this tainted blood
There is not much left to do
I'll have to lacerate these ties
I hope you're happy
Observed through the ant's eyes
Hold on
For the cruelties of this world
Honey, they will try to suffocate you
When you least expect it
Fallen petals form a pattern
The disgrace of being weak
I will pluck this lily by it's roots
Fallen petals form a pattern
The disgrace of being weak
Was caused by you
I will pluck this lily by it's roots
DEATH SORROW
FILTHY LILY
