Unwritten Pages Intoxicating Sweets lyrics

Standing on dead fields
In a somewhat different way
Nothing here to gain
Nothing left to say

Home is what is left
No passion and no thrills
Metamorphic guests
The blades are spinning still

The thing that breeds inside
It's fed and kept alive
Perfection at its best
An uninvited guest

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Cathartic overdose
Passion through the nose
Paradox beliefs
Intoxicating sweets


Spinning in a cloud
Rotting in a ditch
Indifference prevailed
An inner spheroid glitch

Whatever can be said
Whatever ploy dictates
Whatever niche there is
Whatever joy awaits

A terrifying lie
Insomnia reversed
The breeze ran out of breath
Now the blades are standing still

CHORUS