I love you and 'cause I do
My sky has changed from grey to blue
But blue's not just a color of the rainbow
It's shade is not a hazy hue
But pure and hard, my blue sky blue
It's like a Roman candle coming rosebuds
Your words are empty, hollow bleatings
Of a mental crutch
They're open-festered indigestion
With a velvet touch
A coma with a sweet aroma
Is your only dream
Malignant with the misconception
That every grunt can gleam
But lichen-covered corpuscles
Are filthy at my fist
Infection is my finest flower
Mildewed in the mist
Infection is my finest flower
Mildewed in the mist
Infection, infection
Infection, infection
I love you and 'cause I do
My sky has changed from grey to blue
But blue's not just a color of the rainbow

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