If only i'd owned this malevolence before
Just a portion of the enmity i'm holding over
I'd fly a ward wide around, a wall of thorned acrimony
Once sheltered, begin to start over
Holding it on my tongue
Prickle wreath, a prickle wreath in your arms
Esteem it bleeds, the gold is leaching out
But when the air goes
In suffocating gasps
There's embryonic envy
In every aching itch
Holding it on my tongue
Cannot breathe, cannot breathe, hacking lungs
On the edge of drawing in what's eking out
The charlatan comes
With scintillating imprints
Of fledgling onyx fantasies
With every waving hand
Breathing in
The exhausting reek all over
His rushing fool Midas hands on me
Brushing wool pulling over
If only i'd owned this malevolence before
Just a portion of the enmity i'm holding over
I'd fly a ward wide around, a wall of thorned acrimony
But I won't let it start over
Drowning in
Concocted airs, vials and philters
We're rushing to fill with our hands, the sea
While trifling jewels warring over
Trifles, gone cycles