Cure me with your sickness . Poison me with you love . Make me beg of your lust . Drown me with the words of an acoustic mind . Journeys ahead is looked upon a bright smile , soaking in happiness . Swirling around and around and around of the flower chamber . Sometimes the prick torn pick , and sometimes the roses blooms in trick . Both ways kisses the killers and the mind of its own . Burn away 6 months that passes by in a blink of a prayers eye . I sip in the antidote to your high fantasy , and im in love . Even the words of wisdom that whispers to the lungs breath carefully into the blood have gained the monster's trust and take you one step closer to his nest . Salute .