As the lily slowly withers
Gathering ants make their move
Your faceless venom
Mixes with this tainted blood

Hold on
For the cruelties of this world
Honey, they will try to suffocate you
When you least expect it

There is not much left to do
I'll have to lacerate these ties
I hope you're happy
Observed through the ant's eyes

Hold on
For the cruelties of this world
Honey, they will try to suffocate you
When you least expect it

Fallen petals form a pattern
The disgrace of being weak
I will pluck this lily by its roots

Fallen petals form a pattern
The disgrace of being weak
Was caused by you
I will pluck this lily by its roots

Death, sorrow
Death, sorrow

Death, sorrow
Filthy lily