A flower fed on poison blooms with sweet nectar to suck on,
it's extraordinary color induces vertigo.
Day and night inverse at the sweet scent it releases
as it's exquisite body leads me astray.
Black darkness strikes and I can't find my way out.
Following the path from my memories, I search for that flower.
A deep darkness falls and the light flees.
Opening the windows, is what I see an illusion? Am I in a dream?
I don't know anymore. Ah...
A flower drunk on poison grows and with it's pollen of revival,
any who lay eyes on it becomes it's puppet, having their strings pulled.
Within a black darkness I continue to wander,
stretching out my hand, I try to get ahold of my senses.
Inside this warped world all i see is smoke.
When will I be able to break out? Even the pain of reality
I don't know it anymore. Ah...
That poison-colored flower...
a flower without a name
Defends itself by using illusions...
created by delusions
Black darkness strikes and I can't find my way out.
Following the path from my memories, I search for that flower.
A deep darkness falls and the light flees.
Opening the windows, is what I see an illusion? Am I in a dream?
I don't know anymore. Ah...
That poison-colored flower...
a flower without a name
Creates illusions...
only you can see