Nomadically I scavenge
A waster amongst waste
Upon a plateau of ravaged

Cliffs all around me, I can't get any higher
Tears in my eyes, tainted with desire
Prisoner to the wall-less cell

This disease called instinct, can't help myself
A beacon burdens upon the sunset
I hurt for its figure and its silhouette

And now, for the first time in my life
I see more than what's on the outside
For so long, temptation has left me blind

From this valley of lust and disgusts
I must rise
And suppress this driving force

To the point where it leaks from my pores
Despite this pain and this urge I contain
I refuse to be what I was again

I've ripped the stem, I've picked the petals
I've watched the beauty shrivel and dry
I've ripped the stem, I've picked the petals

I've watched the beauty wither and die
Anyone can kill a field of flowers
But who can sit and just watch one grow?