Lush
Welcome into my head
Soon you’ll wish you were dead
There’s crazy thoughts about
But you cannot get out
Though yarn is like my mind
When all its strings unwind
And the strings make the noose
From which you can’t get loose
And it’s choking, churning
With its deathly burning
You will want an escape
But it’s already too late
Kneel to me for you’re weak
I am the god you seek
I shall control your brain
As I move through the veins
As you lift up our lips
I prepare for my kiss
That leads to unconsciousness
Making me the Narcosis
