Love is like a menthol
It's immoral imperfections of wickedness and sin
Puncture my heart like a dagger
The blood of lies black from the cancer
My lungs to heavy to breath
Each inhale of sweet death brings me my final release
All the remorse brings me no pain
All the pain brings me more memories/ of how things were in the beginning
Each kiss we shared an addiction
Not a vice
Not a cope
But of harsh the nicotine we shared
Apathy is like a non-menthol
Empty socets with no eyes
The power that it has it shackles me to the ground
I am weak
I am powerless
To the taste of the nicotines kiss
World has no color
No taste