Luminescent stains of the wasp splayed so yellow and benign Never had a fighting chance The true definition of a sad state of affairs Pregnant with hope A fever running hot against the wind Only to end up Painted thin against the glass against the frame Feeling aimless to an end I hope this glance is a trigger for you An urge with couldn't subside Refletion of every seedy desire Cannonading through placid eyes The first venture A meddling tepid toe dip towards a pulse Seeking danger seemed so modest We lost sight as the tensions thickened Aquiescing to carnal thought Each furtive letter a crumbling brick Peeled back the wings of the crippled insect Blindly shattered in one fell swoop This hand grenade detonates with the pinpull of truth I hope this glance is a trigger for you An urge with couldn't subside Refletion of every seedy desire Cannonading through placid eyes This is a trigger This is despair These eyes are poision A sad state of affairs ♪ (Nothing ends well with a start like this)