Текст песни A. Muscaria - Botanist

Black box, black book, pandora call your name
Black rope, fish hook, a beautiful place to hang,
Psychomotor inhibition, fallin' oh so silent
But intrusive thoughts will tell you that you ought to be violent

Solitary nights in which im painting strictly by the moon
Im staring at the bloodstain from your emesis pool
If brother never taught you how to cope with the moods
Then come along and follow me, we'll locate your tomb

Killed by the visions, preconceived excision
Of my lungs in the kitchen
Imminent lobectomy, she hit me with derision
Vomit out attrition, losin the ambition,
Feel like a farce, can i ever be forgiven?
Glistening blood as i hang in this prison
Feel like im haunted by the ghost of perdition
Dont even try to save me, it'll break your cognition, oh...