Burned around angels, between queen's distress In the eyes of men you're the mist of their insane All is secure in what they say Rising the seas and flashes in their belief Sweet is abusive to describe your full beauty Only hate the unknowing, don't be discovered Oh, I can feel your ideas flowing in your mind From the throne of the pure instinct Nothing can be in view of the deaf The cause of all the whispers and verses Enchanted by your face Nobody had listened to you Nor met you, nor evaluated from your caves Replace your blanket, feelings are covering me Infect your skin, weakness of men is deceived That's the way I'm coming, you'll be humbles turned to stone You're all void, appearance is all your soul