"You're living in a fog
Of burning leaves
Countess countless venom
Miss disease
Your busy fingers
Have yellow tips
They're always serving
Your busy lips
The ashes in your breath
Taste like cancer
The somber scent of death
You're a poison tip dancer
But still I love you
I love you so much
I could choke on your fumes
But I live for your touch
The state of your lungs
Is the state I'm in
And the air around you
Is getting thin
I don't sleep anymore
Just living the past
'Cause every moment with you
Is gonna be my last
The ashes in your breath
Taste like cancer
The somber scent of death
You're a poison tip dancer
But still I love you
I love you so much
I could choke on your fumes
But I live for your touch...kyn"
