Poison Of The Devil Vigilante

You can't be serious, can you? You can't be telling the truth here cause the truth bares consequence, prospects of the irrelevant. You can't be telling me these things you see, cause the sky is dark and the sun is fading this drudgery... Like you could balance both hope and pessimism, both care and ignorance, both lust and sensitivity. The lose ends are tied as I look inside and wait. Turning this page, turning your gaze on your self. How could you open your mouth?