Facing with the sun at your side
Walls of wine glass stone
Perfect in its afterglow
It lies and speaks
It hurts and bleeds
Construction of etiquette
Fly traps with love promised as a cure
Branches and thrones in sequential
Crowns of infamy and scorn
It itched and burned
It cried and moaned
The only way we'll make it
Is if you take this stake
And stab it
The only way I'll move
Is if you tape my mouth shut
With utter truth
The only thing you covet
Will be the reason
Your reign will soon come to an end