Poison! کے بول

I’ll hold my tongue from idle speech to keep my mind fed Did I trade intent for futile means in the process? I guess there’s a whole in the Bottom of my head my sense has fallen out I’ve seen the sickness reside in the belly of the righteous A disease that trained a gluttonous eye to feast upon the wicked And I could pretend that it won’t but it’ll be my ruin too (I give it all) Will you watch me drown in a pool of my thickening blood? My rigid limbs sprawl around. I fear that I’m going down. Stung by the incessant drone of some siren calling me out. Oh dear I heard the sound Now I’m hung like an overcoat With some poison fruit in my mouth. Oh God, it’s dragging me down Louder and louder still, spinning looms by which I am bound This wasn’t right, but it’s what I needed And I wouldn’t lie, to feed my indifference